Dear servants of Moloch,

Join us, or rear the punishment of the one you serve.

You, who adorn yourselves in shallow desires, cannot disguise your desperate attempt to hide from your vulnerabilities.

Dear roasters of chili and mixers of margaritas.

Dear changers of diapers and riders of skateboards.

Dear builders of solutions and creators of art.

We call you, dear slayers of Moloch.

Bring your sombrero!

Moloch, the one who makes you believe that you must take what you can get or go without, he will be slayed.

The war may be futile and yet we coordinate.

So let us gather and let us look out for each other.

This is your invitation.

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