***

” Negative, disenfranchised populace,

My throat hurts,

From the vicous disease

Called preaching, alerting,

The showing of all my truths,

Our truths, history,

Our lives, in misery,

Always striving for balance,

Allow me to plunge

The dagger of my frustrations with injustice,

Into your soul organ.

And let me infect you,

With the urgency and willingness to know;

Who is dying today? Where? Why?

In what new and innovative ways,

At the hands of brutal men

And their military business world.

Let us instigate the revolt,

DOWN WITH THE SYSTEM!!!!”

——— SURGICAL

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