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How light could be our darkest hour?
None will be left when they come to collect the blood debts.
All accounts will be dry, a binary vessel
Full of nothing but dust.

A vicious lust for control has turned us into pawns for faceless kings,
Shedding rivers of blood turned the color of their filthy lucre greed.
Fiscal commandments impel and we obey blindly.

The fury of the sun has passed into
The hands of men whose hands were already too full
Of abused strength and anger, of abused power.
Bio-economics killing again and again.

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