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Bring About Their Idea of Utopia

The imitation paid well between the ears amongst the fears that's been going on for years. A shaded impact left with nothing to see but with the feeling of bruised love in its shadow. You may not like my views but at least we are respected for what we are. Just remember to stay silent when the time comes - a sentiment not shared by those around us.

You may remind yourself of all the things that went before. The tormented dreams of fantasists who bear the will of destruction to bring about their idea of utopia. Whatever that may entail. But they chastise those who don't see things that they do and cleverly manipulate history to create hostility. An eradication of mind, body and spirit and a cynical invention to win the hearts and minds of the apathetic.

You see us in the shadows ready to attack. We will use the fabric to lie and smear for what we want. Your governments, your ministers are all paid off and we will win in the end because that's what we believe. You'll only create more hostility if you're not with us. You cannot be against us on this.

All the wasted lives killed for one man's delusion. The pictures don't look good and the lies are not as convincing as before. All the money spent and what do we have? What do we gain out of this? Just another man with a God complex and his lackeys spilling blood in the hope that their clan will never go after them.

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