Too many people, too many years, too much money, too much prestige, too many insubordinates, too many tears. So much deceit for so little reward, that's if there is one. Too many words, after too long the silence. Now the rulers can begin to make their fortune with prescription RAGE ANTIDOTE. Now every thing's grey, too early for colors of boldness. First the mind and then the eyes, both before long will suffer blindness. Then finally the silent freedom from the taboo of pain. Never to know the light of day again.
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