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Soulcake
Soulcake

And the console peasants look up as clouds consume the heavens. The brightest sun turns into a blinded pupil under the blanket of greed.

They look at their shackled hands and at the master race who stood above them. A smile breaks on their dry contentless lips, and whisper "So Gods do bleed"

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