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blame is not a cure

in a storm of Uncertainty haunting signs of conspiracy rise from the stands whisper from the sands papers mailed to hands invasion of many lands an invisible enemy crosses land and sea an invader from inner space arms from a hidden face attach to the human race technology stares into outer space to find an alien life-form trace while fingers point to a hidden room with white coats that weave their genetic loom still life is lost way too soon

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