Empty of cosmos are they who hunger after righteousness. Already are the merciful spent. Extinct are the pure in heart. Governed are the meek and of Heaven earn similar disgust. Your society is a veneered barbarity. Ye are precocious primitives. Where is your success other than through hatred?
Strange Flowers guide to London: part 1
Blessed are the crazy, for they shall know the sickly serpent of the truth.
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