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THE US FINANCIAL SYSTEM IS NOW DEAD, SILVERCHADS NOW RUN THE US
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyknBTm_YyM
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>>27260443
Gentlemen
A monetary abyss will consume those who dwell in the ignorance of their history. Oh my sweet darlings the irony hath unfoldeth that we thought the better part of ourselves would keep check this greed. Smoky & sweet with sticky overtones. It is a foreshadow of things to come my frail companion of skin and bone. An echo of the past coming forth anew into a simultaneous crescendo of both despair and joyous celebration. Perceived as chaos to most, but to a select few yes, a new order shall flourish under such agreeable conditions akin to a newborns tabula rasa

Alas brother, now the pores ooze their pulp onto this dung heap. Secondary benefactors and opportunists shall, like insects lay eggs in such conditions. They are but morning dew accumulating on a blade of grass atop a luscious hillside, the latter will form into a droplet, the droplet ventures into a stream, a stream to a river and finally the river into the sea. As a fine wine must hibernate till maturity to be fully classified as fine so too, to drink it prematurely brings only a bitter taste to all unfortunate participants concerned. Bleeding on barren land the hosts chose out of a displaced sense of need a steady diet of dust rather than that of flour, their minds have been twisted that cows their basic instinct. Here we planted our seeds of sound specie long ago foreseeing this tragic yet inevitable human consequence.
It is night on a distant shore we stand together as one. Harvest awaits.. Listening to waves as if they dictated a measurement of time. Concluding our commune we cast our dials into the waves for they hold no authority over what truth exists beyond our synthetic concept of ‘time' In an instant a voice breaks the silence "The horizon now look! The sun beckons thee!"
Like becoming a flaming phoenix it rises hitherto as we ride its coattails upward and promulgate this great cycle once more

I bid thee farewell for a 7th and final time on the last bell toll of this age

Adieu

>>27092182

Gentlemen,
A monetary abyss will consume those who dwell in the ignorance of their history. Oh my sweet darlings the irony hath unfoldeth that we thought the better part of ourselves would keep check this greed. Smoky & sweet with sticky overtones. It is a foreshadow of things to come my frail companion of skin and bone. An echo of the past coming forth anew into a simultaneous crescendo of both despair and joyous celebration. Perceived as chaos to most, but to a select few, yes, a new order shall flourish under such agreeable conditions akin to a newborns tabula rasa.

Alas brother, now the pores ooze their pulp onto this dung heap. Secondary benefactors and opportunists shall, like insects lay eggs in such conditions. They are but morning dew accumulating on a blade of grass atop a luscious hillside, the latter will form into a droplet, the droplet ventures into a stream, a stream to a river and finally the river into the sea. As a fine wine must hibernate till maturity to be fully classified as 'fine' so too, to drink it prematurely brings only a bitter taste to all unfortunate participants concerned. Bleeding on barren land the hosts chose out of a displaced sense of need a steady diet of dust rather than that of flour, their minds have been twisted that cows their basic instinct. Here we planted our seeds of sound specie long ago foreseeing this tragic yet inevitable human consequence.
It is night on a distant shore we stand together as one. Harvest awaits... Listening to waves as if they dictated a measurement of time. Concluding our commune we cast our dials into the waves for they hold no authority over what truth exists beyond our synthetic concept of ‘time' In an instant a voice breaks the silence "The horizon now look! The sun beckons thee!"
Like becoming a flaming phoenix it rises hitherto as we ride its coattails upward and promulgate this great cycle once more.

I bid thee farewell for a sixth and final time on the last bell toll of this age

Adieu

Gentlemen,
A monetary abyss will consume those who dwell in the ignorance of their history. Oh my sweet darlings the irony hath unfoldeth that we thought the better part of ourselves would keep check this greed. Smoky & sweet with sticky overtones. It is a foreshadow of things to come my frail companion of skin and bone. An echo of the past coming forth anew into a simultaneous crescendo of both despair and joyous celebration. Perceived as chaos to most, but to a select few, yes, a new order shall flourish under such agreeable conditions akin to a newborns tabula rasa.

Alas brother, now the pores ooze their pulp onto this dung heap. Secondary benefactors and opportunists shall, like insects lay eggs in such conditions. They are but morning dew accumulating on a blade of grass atop a luscious hillside, the latter will form into a droplet, the droplet ventures into a stream, a stream to a river and finally the river into the sea. As a fine wine must hibernate till maturity to be fully classified as 'fine' so too, to drink it prematurely brings only a bitter taste to all unfortunate participants concerned. Bleeding on barren land the hosts chose out of a displaced sense of need a steady diet of dust rather than that of flour, their minds have been twisted that cows their basic instinct. Here we planted our seeds of sound specie long ago foreseeing this tragic yet inevitable human consequence.
It is night on a distant shore we stand together as one. Harvest awaits... Listening to waves as if they dictated a measurement of time. Concluding our commune we cast our dials into the waves for they hold no authority over what truth exists beyond our synthetic concept of ‘time' In an instant a voice breaks the silence "The horizon now look! The sun beckons thee!"
Like becoming a flaming phoenix it rises hitherto as we ride its coattails upward and promulgate this great cycle once more.

I bid thee farewell for a fifth and final time on the last bell toll of this age

Adieu