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Separated
States of Alienation
Inhumane
sufferers apologize for being beaten. Bloodied.
Outcasts murder outcasts. Breath of solitary joy.
I'd like to die in a hail
of gunfire by the Secret Service
for assassinating George
W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Stephen Harper,
Dalton McGuinty, and the
Rothschild family.
S-S-S-S-S-S-S-H-H-H! Don't
tell anybody. Not even your friend.
Not your co-worker, room
mate. Your fellow inmate
who receiveth pay in a
land that shits on both of you. I. Us. We.
O'
Canada! our home in Native land.
America!
home of the deceit, land of the slaved.
Illusions of serenity. Delusions of opportunity. Guilted to
pay.
"You're
nothing if you work here, stay forever!" They say,
I just get bored. Corporate sponsors fund pain. Death our
income.
Let's start a new
religion of electric-flashing screens. OH WAIT.
Grab
all of China's nuclear arms,
aim
them at the United Nations' building for what they're doing.
What
are they doing? S-s-s-s-s-s-h! Not supposed to say. Hint:
MansionsofbodiesFatpocketsChipimplantWorldunityOwnership.
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