Dark sisters three have pulled your strings. Now has come the time for me to cut the throat of he who brings false slander of the class that sings a song about a long dead age when judgement did fall equally. Mothers shaking violently, casting off the fleas. Self important monuments are washed into the sea. Illusions of control unveiled before your eyes. The greater head shall roll. He who leads shall fall behind. All your power struggles profit you none this day. The lesser shall be great. He who collects shall be made to pay. Only one truth remains. Nothing means nothing means nothing means nothing. The last will now be first. The quenched will now know thirst. Everything will be changed. Yet nothing will stay the same. So heavy is the head that wears the jeweled crown. So difficult to stoop or bend the royal neck to look down. So weighty are the golden sceptor and the throne. Such gilded glory only serves to help you sink like a stone. Nothing means nothing means nothing means nothing.
