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This ministry we call hope is nothing but a fallen con. The
faith we put into society is foul and useless. False prophets predicting the
end of the world, feeding this surge of terror. Disambiguation of our fear; our
thoughts and our motives. Obsessed until exhaustion, single-minded till
self-destruction. Wrought into this tomb of conformity. We’re doomed. We
breathe in pain and distress. This hell that we live in is nothing compared to
the grave we’re digging. The face of the earth will succumb to the wrath of its
gravity. Why are we struggling to preserve a world not worth living in and
breed life into death?

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