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In the church they worship spiders, on a billion screens demented oracles influence delusions. Men drunk on anger oil their blood machines, women ingest the pennies of their dreams, and children with guns assassinate the future in the schoolyard. At the Union Hall they’re slurping poison soup. The flesh rots from their faces. “Who are you?” they ask each other’s mirrors. Men scream at machines in isolation, women can’t catch their breath, and children with guns take aim at the morning. -------------------------------------------------
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