FROM THE TOWER OF PIGS ROARS THE COMMAND TO SUFFICE OUR BODIES ARE RUINED SOON TO BROTHER OUR MINDS THE UPRISING IS LOST AS LONG AS OUR WORDS ARE LIKE TOOLS
CONVEYED UPON IGNORANCE WITH HOPE AS THE FOOL WITHOUT THE WEAK YOURE BE NOTHING AT ALL THE SKY IS LADEN WITH FLIES INHERENT NUMBNESS PAVES YOUR WAY ALL THE PART-TIME ANARCHISTS BENEATH YOU JUST A PASSING PHASE OF BASTARD SONS? OR A RIOT BORN OF LAMENT! WITHOUT THE WEAK YOUD BE NEXT IN LINE TO FALL THE SKY IS LADEN WITH FLIES STRUGGLE AGAINST YOURSELF YOURE NOTHING MORE THAN PURELY BY GONE BETWEEN DISOBEY, DENY AND RESIST YOUR CONTRIBUTION TO ME IS A DENT I AM NOT YOUR BROTHERS KEEPER I AM NOT YOUR BROTHERS KEEPER THOUGH ID STEAL THE BREAD FROM THE MOUTH OF HIS CHILD YOUD HUNT BUT FAIL TO GATHER YOU DEMAND BUT YOU DONT WANT TO KNOW. THIS CHAOS SET IN STONE THIS CHAOS SET IN STONE THIS CHAOS SET IN STONE THIS CHAOS SET IN STONE THE SKY IS LADEN WITH FLIES.
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