The masses willfully drowning in a river of Political poison and hypertentious mediocrity tonality while elite global bloodlines bathe in the their gold and riches laughing for they can't be stopped dancing under the blood moons awaiting the return of their diety to crown them as they sit on their false throwns made of ivory and the sweat of slaves. WHAT FOOLS, FOOLS they say unto the masses for they live for nothing but the dollar a piece of paper that controls their will, their path, their desires , their food, their well being . We are small in the view of thr one great eye that watches over us and now to show the they control us they will kill the dollar as symbol of our great commitment to the paper that governs our existence.
