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Public Disservice Announcement
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2020-11-09
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Imagine thinking that a senile
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rapist pedophile
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is coming to save you.
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You can shout and scream
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at freedom-lovers like me
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until your face turns red or blue,
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but in the end, it's the same
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state-inflicted pain
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from the boot that stomps on our throats.
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Would that the state did not impede
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my and others' quest to secede
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whether homesteading land or seasteading on boat,
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for I want a life all my own
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where I reap the full rewards of the seeds I have sown
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and the consequences of the actions I take.
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But you statists won't leave me in peace:
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you keep demanding I get on my knees
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and your totalitarian future to make!
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"The convenience you demanded is now mandatory."
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I am a fool to ever expect a sorry
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for inheriting a future so bleak,
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but no matter how much you beg me to be soft,
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I won't blind myself to that axe hanging aloft:
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I refuse to die mewling and weak!
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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