Government Gold Idols

Hazy speeches from the ones that do not want to ignite the fire or 

Put it out with peace; they are neutral and colourless, and privileged on

A pedestal of human stupidity and sheeple worship; I want to tear down 

Their gold idols and rip the red-tape from my harshly regulated body. 

Love is not yours to define and my body is not your battleground; if your 

Machine malfunctions I will not be the one to fuel it with my blood. 

The End

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