How light could be our darkest hour?
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None will be left when they come to collect their blood debts.
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All accounts will run dry, a binary vessel full of nothing but dust.
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A vicious lust for control has turned us into faceless pawns for faceless kings,
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shedding rivers of blood turned the color of lucre greed.
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Fiscal commandments impel and we will obey blindly.
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The fury of the sun has passed into the hands of men
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whose hands were already too full of abused strength and anger,
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of abused strength and power.
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Bio-economics killing again and again.
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Ruiner
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| Burn The Priest |
