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Leftover Humans (With A Bucket & A Mop)

Try and explain to your peers that the world is sick... we're living in the face of fear being shoved down our literal throats... when will everyone start to choke on the words your no longer allowed to utter... now you just stutter on its wretched taste... it makes me wonder if their even noticing that our freedoms and liberties are being erased and replaced by the machine... a machine that can't even breathe... you now trust with your life... this knife runs right across the neck of nature and everything held sacred within is beginning to bleed out... a cyborg deplored on the conciousness of man... held right in your hand... There is little doubt that your zen in this pen is over... our naked indecent exposure... the monsters of doom impose on your day... Every Fucking Day... pay doesn't exist if everyone resists... our fists to the teeth of this talking machine... We're starting to clean up this one robot town with a good old fashioned bucket and mop... and did they just mention anthrax... another panic tax to take what's yours... You mother fucking whores... everyone is sold out of self... like there can never be anything else... like a mountain of ice that melts... your water eventually sees this mop... drops in the immoral bucket that fill over time... the kills you've willed with your crimes against nature... inhuman or inhumane... a variety of one in the same...this game of clones critically acclaimed has maimed the genetic gene pool of carbon versus mechanical apparatus in the status of us against them... and I'm starting to think they don't even know who they are... their unnatural amongst our Godly stars... Fuck your covid and sars... the corona served at their bars... your vaccines at birth... don't you fuck with planet earth... you've already destroyed our Mars... with your insane planes and artificially intelligent cars... I'm a leftover red planet human... and I'm refusing your mindless agenda... a V for vendetta for the free man who wishes to remain free... free choice with free speech... my God given right to be me and preach these words... on a planet where everyone's given the choice for their voice to be heard...  
  
 
                                                        ELI    
 
Written by ELIAS11
Published | Edited 16th Nov 2020
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