Devastation begat devastation.
The errant nature of those chained to the circles of sin clouded pure judgement.
Why bother crafting new fuel sources when no one in town is around to buy it?
The denizens were thrust upon with poniards of verity. Each truth told was a stab in the heart for them.
Although the pacifying deceptions couldn’t numb them, yet this constant numbing only lead to demise.
This hubris was a cerebral opioid addiction, but it was too late to call it a health crisis when it was criminal to begin with.
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