"Slaves, slaves beyond death
Pain, can you feel the pain hiding under your breath
It never lets go, overwhelming suffering
Piles of pointless possessions
They smother all hope for serenity
The hunted find no seclusion
In a landscape constructed to crash
The final collection of wealth and worth
Herds of servitude reduced to ash" — Thy Art Is Murder 🤘
#Bitcoin fixes this 🧡