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A Message of Avarice Rained down upon Us and Carried Us away into False Dreams of Endless Riches
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And by Our Own Hand Did every last Bird Lie Silent in their Puddles, the Air Barren of Song as the Clouds Dirfted Away. For Killing their Greatest Enemy, the Locusts Noisily Thanked Us and Turned their Jaws Towards Our Crops, Swallowing Our Greed Whole
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"Annihilate the Sparrow, that Stealer of Seed, and Our Harvests will Abound; we Will Watch Our Wealth Flood in."
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Like the Howling Glory of the Darkest Winds, this Voice was Thunderous and the Words Holy, Tangling their Way Around our Hearts and Clutching Our Innocent Awe
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Millions Starved and We became Skinnier and Skinnier, while Our leaders became Fatter and Fatter
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The Great Leap forward Poured down upon Us one Day like a Mighty Storm, Suddenly and Furiously Blinding Our Senses
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We Stood Transfixed in Blank Devotion as Our Leader Spoke to Us, Looking down on Our Mute Faces With a Great, Raging, and Unseeing Eye
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