And many more Destructions played
In this ghastly masquerade,
All disguised, even to the eyes,
Like bishops, lawyers, peers, or spies.
Last came Anarchy; he rode
On a white horse, splashed with blood;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like Death in the Apocalypse.
PB Shelley - The Masque of Anarchy, 1832
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dataanxiety said:
What is this? It is atypical for you, and your continuing thing for intelligent women. Is closer to /reddit/anarcho-capitalism + “and he rode a pale horse”, Shelley notwithstanding. Is anything amiss? May I be of assistance? Best regards, me
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