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feeding time

where the hell am I I don't recognize this place we are led like cows to slaughter blind to this disgrace we take their poisons with a grin while they get filthy rich they play us like a lab of rats then kick us to the ditch our taxes buy their mansions the market is their bank they wallow in their sick perversions their eyes are dark and blank this is the final scene where we proceed or wave the towels do we let these fuckers get away or feed them to the cows
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May 2, 2025
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fed up

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