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[ RAP ] Deeply Stated Conversations That The World Is Not Safe From Anymore
She was a Q'uman
broadcasting on Channel Four
from a canned ham radio
I ate her spicy conspiracy theory
with a tuning fork.
She promised me a front row seat
at Democracy's execution.
My sleeves were already rolled up
for the bleach injections.
I'd left reality behind;
my corpereal body was next
on the cutting board.
Soon I would become invested
in her corporate shell game.
Bathed in growing Ultraviolet Light
I was purified of Left Wing ideology
purged of Liberal guilt
and pruned of conscience
I nodded as she shut me in
the trunk of a 1978 Cadillac
minus engine and on blocks
adorning her front lawn.
The time was now to hibernate
in her Hyper Chrysalis
parked in the backwoods
of this Deep State known as
Georgia.
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