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Your time is now over. Your death will be slow, and cruel. A vulture picks at the corpse of a fool. When greed is worshipped, all compassion fails. Dogs eat dogs and chase their own tails. No one reads books. No one understands law. Might becomes right and all succumb to their deepest flaw. **** is entertainment, and fantasy, addiction. Degradation is beauty, and cruelty, conviction. The sun is now setting on the city dying Darkness begins under a red moon rising
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Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 12:55 AM UTC
Shining City on a Hill
Your time is now over. Your death will be slow, and cruel. A vulture picks at the corpse of a fool. When greed is worshipped, all compassion fails. Dogs eat dogs and chase their own tails. No one reads books. No one understands law. Might becomes right and all succumb to their deepest flaw. **** is entertainment, and fantasy, addiction. Degradation is beauty, and cruelty, conviction. The sun is now setting on the city dying Darkness begins under a red moon rising
scarlet-mccall
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Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 12:55 AM UTC
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