The greedy will do whatever it takes to keep the crown on their head. The ignorant will keep their eyes in folds, ears in the mud, and mouth in their pockets for the sole sake of being temporarily safe. They will delude themselves in an illusion of security as they slowly crumble along with the brittle walls they have built. The wise will hide as the their necks are on the market for a feast. Shame will become the confidence and lies will become the domineering truth. Havoc will prevail as long as you tolerate the mischief taking place right under your hands. Every living entity will be nothing more than pieces of your game. Life and love will become horror as how justice will become comedy. The hills will crown the new tyrant as how the angels will sing revolts. The weak will vanish into sinful air and the voids we escaped will become the new world.
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