I can't see at all through binded eyes, for all to see the blind bind their eyes; but they can't see at all, the vinegar soaked first editions scattered in the road. cursing their way to perdition, singing their swansongs, jowels flicker under stage lights as we're stripped of our rights human first and last. where eyebrows meet and knuckles drag and hatred's wanton wave our black flag. whether you ignore it, or whether you deny it, your head in the sand is a burning cross.
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