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It’s been called a dream by the fascist nihilist attempting to ramrod hope like a battering ram but the Saint refuses to buckle.  I hear a light switch and a tree branch twitch and holler aloud the crackling rascals of tassels.  Exonerate the mad man but persecute the madness.  Execute with precision passionate twirls of destruction and ponder hither the worthless values of the prospective results.  Hope may spring eternal but upon the brow of my soul remain nervous little beads of perspiration.

Hope is called a dream

Fanatics override truth

Suppressing sheer joy