Sacrifices spiral endlessly into hellish flames where we burn slowly. We’re reduced to squalor, so we can buy more shit. Untouchable conglomerates purchase political power through Moloch’s instruments. We’re left to suffer. The system is rigged for them. Yet, somehow the eroded husk of a first world nation with no middle class is still a luxury. Humanity is better than this. Beware them both… Ignorance and Want. It just goes to show we desire dusk… to live in denial… to revel in what should be reviled. We walk among ash heaps and millionaires. In your lungs resides Moloch’s breath. Cain courses through your veins.
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