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Death will never be eternal. Never. The winds of past misdeeds come to light and will overshadow and expose those whom chose to hide behind the hollow safety of their wealth. Those whose silence tempted others will feel the weight of eternal pain that comes from greed and alienation.
The roots of intrusion shall grow and flourish while privacy grows a distant pain of life. The rich shall dine on the corpse of equality. A stolen race to a goal that will always be a forged sight.
When a revolution comes, the ones being sought will meekly run and escape, while the receivers of misdeed and bane will be trampled underfoot.
Neither life nor death remains eternal.
The phantasm of revenge will seek those who desire a means of ill fortune, and those who welcome the gruesome specter will ultimately destroyed by it. The wicked will harbor no pang of guilt, nor would it do any good. Their eyes will never open to the truth.
