How light could be our darkest hour? None will be left when they come to

collect their blood debts. All accounts will run dry, a binary vessel full

of nothing but dust. A vicious lust for control has turned us into faceless

pawns for faceless kings, shedding rivers of blood turned the color of lucre

greed. Fiscal commandments impel and we will obey blindly. The fury of the

sun has passed into the hands of men whose hands were already too full of

abused strength and anger, of abused strength and power. Bio-economics

killing again and again.