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The gatekeepers squeeze

Until all breathing cease

Until the egg cracks whole

And the yolk drips

Others of the ilk clan

No longer worthless

Never has my body

Been with greater purpose

Storm the gates

Trample the guards

A flood of rushing human bodies

Draw the second blood

In the face of revolution

The king becomes weak

The vagrant becomes martyr

Actors in a tragedy

Scheming from your sovereign throne

The mob lacerates your throat

Privileged blood now falls to the ground

Few stories are written

That arrive at the truth

Perception informed by deception

Voices go mute

Make a border

With bodies built of armor

Your weapons have no affect

Your programming I reject

Privileged blood now falls to the ground