Beneath countless tombstones, countless victims silenced by your gain. Every story ending with the consequence of need.
Overdose, accidents, cancerous disease, physical and tangible symptoms of your earnings.
Profits outweighing human life from products that only kill us slowly. Would you feel a thing if sheets of data were instead replaced with all their names?
Your pockets are lined with grave blankets. Your homes are built on murder. Your money is printed with innocent blood.
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