Gold, it sits upon his head. He sees all, his control is total. Our lives are his, subjects, serfs, rats, insignificant. We are his. Gold, it controls them. Change will come, Gold will not sit for long on his dome. Tonight, tonight it will fall, along with the regime. Tonight.

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