I wonder if the right wing will reach the wisdom that the main character of Emperor's Prometheus album reached:
He realised that the cheering cries of worshipJust sayin'.
Were but echoes of his harsh outspoken word
Reflecting back at him from cold and naked walls
In hollow circles fled illusions of wisdom he had heard
"From nothing came all I ever knew"
And he beheld the ruins
Of an empire torn apart
Yet, no grief nor rage did bind him
Just silent and bewildered
By the emptiness
He stumbled off his throne
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