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in the words of a reverend and a King human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted defamiliarize the chaos an absent-minded apparatus addling brain cells checks and balances proliferate a status quo of enmity and aggression that propagates oppression and dismantles genuine political expression for those outside the whitewashed coffin recognize the enemy in our own eyes as we eradicate the apathy that leeches liberty and fabricates freedom reformist rhetoric is too little too late revolutions are cyclical and ultimately infantile so fan the flames of rebellion destruction precedes creation raise hell and raze the system of enmity that pits 7.4 billion brothers and sisters against each other anarchy is order
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
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in the words of a reverend and a King human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted defamiliarize the chaos an absent-minded apparatus addling brain cells checks and balances proliferate a status quo of enmity and aggression that propagates oppression and dismantles genuine political expression for those outside the whitewashed coffin recognize the enemy in our own eyes as we eradicate the apathy that leeches liberty and fabricates freedom reformist rhetoric is too little too late revolutions are cyclical and ultimately infantile so fan the flames of rebellion destruction precedes creation raise hell and raze the system of enmity that pits 7.4 billion brothers and sisters against each other anarchy is order
MLK, Jr.
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
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