People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Power and glory sing the same.
Bring to me the peace of plenty,
the songs of angels and demons.
Do you believe not the demons sing?
Some would joke that this torment
enough to make Hell more than
hideous to behold. Who needs fire
and brimstone, with their song?
Story to tower over all arts. To be the
driving force within the very mold of
heaven. This skyward void, which
sparks fear and imagination. Who might
believe the wonders in such emptiness?
Lingering on for eons upon eons yet,
we gaze into this starry dark. Who do
you suppose returns our longing gaze?
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