City of Rapture

Atlas Will Shrug.

Tom

There is truth beneath the floorboards; there is hope in brick and stone. But they tell me just to shut my mouth; leave well enough alone. But I think maybe all that's needed, is a match and gasoline; because I don't think that any one of them believes that there will be a reckoning. But I will see this city burn. There are still good shepherds scattered, but they're far between and few. And the sheep's skin that the wolves all wear is so thin I see right through.