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sunlight shines
through a hole carved in the side of the monolith placed in the middle of a mystic circle that stabs the earth viciously proclaiming the right to be an adept of a forsaken science, the cause of death and destruction driving a red wire into the history of a deep blue planet that now is being destroyed... we are sinking in a puddle of brown mud with infusions from our brain and neurons that shout with their hands brought together trying to find a god to tender their needs running far away from cities called Sodom and Gomorra, but ending up in a mental institution for those who can not think for themselves anymore... and flying over the antic site a bird laughs with the wind starting up a tornado of speech and sand that takes us away far, far into a bay of the long lost land in our minds that disappears in smoke in front of us taking away the last sordid-holy book of mankind so let us now start over again we are free no more superstition and lie start over and build the world again... but this time remember to think my friend!
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