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Come here, you lords of war. You, who make weapons possible on a mass scale. You, who build machines that destroy people from the air. You, who make bombs bigger than any conscience. You, who hide behind walls. You, who barricade yourselves behind files and desks. I only want you to understand one thing: You are being watched. Even if you disguise yourselves, even if you smile – the masks don't hold. And tell me: Is your money really that powerful? Can it erase guilt? Can it buy you forgiveness? In the end, when the price of your decisions is due, one truth remains: No amount of wealth in the world can bring back what you have destroyed. And it cannot give you back what you have lost along the way – your soul. Bob Dylan