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Rise

Weaponize yourselves

Against the unseen,

Our world is a panopticon.

Greased and bloodied fingers

Around our necks.

Giant evil bluecoats parading our streets.

“There is corrosion in the spotted wood desk that once stood where I sit.

It’s gone but I can see it as if it were the heron in my dreams following me every night on the shores of knitted roads, only staring.

I’m into this as deep as a silo, I am buried in the ancient grains gasping for air, I am unburdened when I finally stop, I am lonliness simplified into eternal dark.”

Hang them all,

Revolt now.

Kill them all.

Ripped into the dirt they fall.