WHY I BURNED DOWN EVERY WELLS FARGO IN AMERICA
- •HubrisLook, you who stands on the mountain top, dripping with bangles baubles and bills, lapping up the god-faced sun who bathes you in heavenly electing light. Too close to the star, in whose praises you grew so accustomed to wallowing without concern for your fellow man, did your regional branches fly. Like a plague upon your house, retribution fell, and so your humility was restored. But not before washing your debts in the blood of the profane.