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Ego doesn't start a war. Greed does. Blood for golden honey, dripping down the lips of rich men finding immortality in money. Ego may cause a war. Ego is the lie that the richer-by-the-second men craft so brilliantly and sell to the masses. We can understand the blooming bruises of ego, a human emotion to unite us into unspeakable horror. When we take whatever reason they give us, the blindfold will only come off as the bullet shoots through. Too late. Far too late. A warning for you, my poor worker bees: Watch for the flow of honey. Watch for the sting of the queen.
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Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 8:31 PM UTC
Die For Your Killer
Ego doesn't start a war. Greed does. Blood for golden honey, dripping down the lips of rich men finding immortality in money. Ego may cause a war. Ego is the lie that the richer-by-the-second men craft so brilliantly and sell to the masses. We can understand the blooming bruises of ego, a human emotion to unite us into unspeakable horror. When we take whatever reason they give us, the blindfold will only come off as the bullet shoots through. Too late. Far too late. A warning for you, my poor worker bees: Watch for the flow of honey. Watch for the sting of the queen.
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Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 8:31 PM UTC
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