On this day of all days, when walls of lives crash for another, when the one red sun blights the million stars, when big fishes swallow glory days,
Let the Leaches listen.
On this very day of all days, we stand in spirit at the gates of the Rock, Ancestors, Existings and Unborns pressing upon the very hinges and lock, Things change or wish your fortunes, lives and names away.
Let the Leaders listen.
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