Barren.
One more face among of the listless concourses of followers. Following the damned down the spiraling eternities of lost hope and empty dreams. A smile for many, a knife for others, death for all. Living among corporate backstabbers, thieving leaders. The sunrise only rings the nightmare true. Eyes ever forward, never wavering from what never matters. Silence the truth-seekers, sew the lips of freedom shut. The noose, stained strong with the blood of those willing to sacrifice all. Hungering for more, thirsting for all, famine.
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When the zetas fill the skies, will our leaders tell us why? No, they'll just tell us our playstations will prevent our epantsipation.
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