Chomping at the bit, barking orders they burned up upon their reentry. They were told they were brave, but they were slaves. Perhaps relics of decency. We transmit the disease of misplaced belief. When the predator sleeps its prey will weep. We transmit what we receive. We're robbed of purpose by a circus of thieves. Give us what we need; bread, circus, nausea, a lack of purpose.
"It's a wonderful time".
"If you say so".
"What a time to be alive".
"If you say so. Dead set, bought what I sold him"
When they leave we'll all be the same. Then there's a pause and a scream. We'll sit up for a moment, then go back to our dream. Some will dream, but it's always the same. When they leave it'll all be the same. Some may dream, but it's always the same. Some may leave, but it's always the same. When they leave, we'll all be the same.
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