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Post by maddogblues on Jan 1, 2010 12:00:22 GMT -5
A Bankers New Year Invocation
I create wars to gain electricity and oil which I transmute into gold.
I will starve you for gain, It’s nothing personal; you mean nothing to me,
you will rot in the tenements I’ve constructed to keep you in place, your children will starve, kill each other in the streets, and die from disease;
me and my kind have other priorities. If you think it’s bad now just wait.
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