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Jan 2015
Perhaps it is easy
for those who have never been thrown in a tank and blasted
to say, “It is safe.”

But when you have seen them killed and buried in a
landfill under garbage bags labeld Biohazard;

when men, dressed in white, lock them up with their water-filled eyes; when you see her in the street wearing it which has caused torture/

And see the torture in their pores, pleasuring society, and see them
intoxicated in a garbage bag and crushed by machines in your mind;

when you have to take part of this torture, to earn a living, and see them sweating blood, and see them powdered up and powering down, and see their tortured lungs give up and collapse;

when you experience the torture first account, and notice no animal is
safe;

when they are deformed and become gruesome; when they are marked dead or eliminated

**on the notepad in these men's pad folios
Alexander Edgar Allen
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