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thumping on the table trying to make a decision what if there's no life after death, what if there's nothing left, we have to do our best before our last breath a brush with death enough to just wake up and desire to live for a greater good or we could destroy out of lack and void to the bitter root of our blackened environment I mean, how much time spent knowing that there will come a shift change and some will walk but not stand ever again the wind is whispering throughout the land estates and property owned by the hidden hand how much will it take to understand the thumping gets louder as we sit back watching the towering devouring the birth of a nation so we find ourselves in a situation we ignore what we believe so that our stress is relieved still there is no greater injustice, Plague or disease than being deceived