They will come to you
Son
When the world
Is at a precipice
They will be desperate
And you,
Clueless
Keep this wisdom
That history grants you
That when money’s power is at a zenith
Tyrannical
And they are unable to control it
Tell them
How you killed us, black gods
Because all gods die
When their makers
Turn their backs.
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