They conspire in high towers and subterranean halls, intoxicated with position slurring and vicious. Claws gashing and teeth gnashing they take and they take and they take until nothing more flows from the hallowed bodies below, just corpses, shriveled and bent. Sacred does not exist in the wave of greed. They facade illusions of ideology, twisting symbolism in the name of God and in the name of Country. Fear is the standard where greed gains strength and intoxication spins wilder. When fear is abandoned to the burning of mouths no longer able to scream and only life instinct remains, a different kind of strength is born. Then, vengeance belongs to the poor.