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The Real Conspiracy

Bureaucrats and clergymen differ only in doctrine. But their altars steam with the blood of untold innocents. The Pope, Stalin, and Hitler— all canvass the people with warped visions of Paradise. (Oh, Celan, you saw it too well.) Bloodletting for peace... Pitchforks stoke the fires to make dainty foot warmers for Moloch and Midas.
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Written by
miguel-m-castro
American
Published
May 21, 2016
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#war#death#money#hitler#conspiracy#pope#stalin#moloch#bureaucrats#midas
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