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The DroughtWe have come to the deafening end of humanities self bestowed lies. Senseless, despair, relinquish the throne. Lift your head on low. Watch your feet crush the insects as they sink between your toes. Lift your head on low. A life will guide us to the answer. The one will be pale and never let down. Move on strong the death of evil is upon us. The death of evil is upon us. Us. |