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Critical Mass

Uncle Sham spitting lies like bullets,

At a tattered culture that embraces transmission over transformation,
The blissful ignorance of the devolved casts a shadow on the hope of the far between,

BUT

As the peepshow’s curtain unveils the perversions of the manipulation,
The masses become more critical, analytical, of the mind fuck that has raped their existence.

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