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Two towers that fell like inferno from hell with gravity reversed, a tragedy staged and rehearsed. A plot to cover currency lost, a drop in the bucket of the price paid by the bodies that laid scattered. We were told it was terrorism and that was all that mattered. The american people racked by grief of loss, gave up their freedom no matter the cost. What we gave up that day was the hope to win the class war that had already began. Embezzlement, fraud, lobbying, and racketeering were no where nearing an end. After all the rise of corporate fascism disguised as democracy, the hypocrisy that the peoples votes counted when the control of the oligarchy would always surpass and surmount. The all mighty dollar stacked high like a tower came crumbling down. Built on flimsy lies and destroyed by greed, it was the want and never the need. It all happened the day before. You just werent paying attention, nothing more.
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