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And All the King's Inquisitors Are Kind

Somewhere between the BS and the PS would be nice if we thought that they could see us from the weight of all their folly somehow free us for surely there’s no way they’d like to be us thus, do they weave their webs as spider’s do claim they put them there to protect you yet if you step inside it’s plainly true won’t be nothing left when they are through with you they’ll gag you yet have you hold a screaming sign that shouts “we hate you, everything is fine” convince you the sighted are the blind and all the king’s inquisitors are kind so humbly ask: “Please may I have some more?” as you stand outside their now unopened door wondering why this isn’t like before when there was always more, and more of more John G. Lawless ©11/17/2022

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