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In a world of wage servants we are drugged, propagandized. That's how the keep us docile, in line. Sometimes a servant refuses to take his meds. His spoken truth burns down the facade, for a brief moment, until he is silenced.
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
Silenced
In a world of wage servants we are drugged, propagandized. That's how the keep us docile, in line. Sometimes a servant refuses to take his meds. His spoken truth burns down the facade, for a brief moment, until he is silenced.
ron-gavalik
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
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