- Ad populum fallacies can never be taken seriously; I don't want them in your mouth. Stated now your pseudo-fact, I shall reply and tell you that I gave up corpses to start a new life.
The fall of the conqueror, magnate, omnipotent and oppressor.
Taxonomy as a form of control, clear chess pieces.
That's not camaraderie, it's shit.
Your handshake, a paperweight.
All deceptions no longer deceive, but they don't bother so much apparently.
Stupefied, they ate their portion.
Fronts intoxicated with tear gas.
In full ostracism of reason, tyranny on television.
The fall, the insurrection, the bomb in the street, the sweat.
The smoke in the throats of the masses burns the windpipes, warms the voice.

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