System
Check the receipts, wipe the blood and shame away and turn the other cheek. Turn them in on the church collection plate. Give the saints praise, reap the rewards and burn the sage. Free meals collected like a felons DNA. Arranging marriages by class, each one poorer than the last. Society runs on machines and on the backs of the lower class. We run from the police, school teachers are bred in population. Set up for a lonely defeat. The system has betrayed us, the blankets are moldy and misplaced. Darkness settles down around us, the medication has been released.
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