In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.

Aberjhani
In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes...
In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes...
In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes...
In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes...
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In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope. That’s what we now call “the dark ages.” On this day in 1335, the Black Death, a plague that ravaged Europe and Asia, killed as many as one third of the population.

Source: The River Of Winged Dreams

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