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I am a victim Of crimes against Humanity. Being members thereof, We are perpetrators Sharing the accused's glass box Or standing as a witness. With arms raised We surrender with deference To pulpits, daises, chambers, courts, Banks and dealers. In a slight of mind We conferred, Then anointed The con-men and The can women. It's spellbinding. Almost pointless. We won't insist one Indict one's self.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
I Am a Victim
I am a victim Of crimes against Humanity. Being members thereof, We are perpetrators Sharing the accused's glass box Or standing as a witness. With arms raised We surrender with deference To pulpits, daises, chambers, courts, Banks and dealers. In a slight of mind We conferred, Then anointed The con-men and The can women. It's spellbinding. Almost pointless. We won't insist one Indict one's self.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
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