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The Fishers of Men The golden light of a god: sold on the street. the silver promises and warming love: stocks on a shafted market. Commodities, sold and destroyed, one store to the next. Shackled to their faith, beliefs to shatter worlds when it's gone. A nameless man in control of a market of fear: The flocks of sheep blindly follow, the words of their master as ancient and unpursuable as their existence. Questions battle facts and faith becomes a blindfold. Quiet minds echo the answer their fathers dared not to ask, but the question is still out of reach. Paradox, sweet paradox, caught between faith and knowledge, a silent war wages until time ends or the master calls his flock. And the fishers of men will cast their lines until the light is here or gone. |