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Sunday, May 31, 2026

Drunk on Tyranny

while you were sleeping,

it slithered through your grass.

now it lives, with more slithering things

in your yard, in your house, in your garage

while it feeds on fear and tyranny,

the original sin clothed in governing.


but you have not been crafted for peasantry

nor woven in the depths with hostile hands.








 








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