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As written in the booklet:

This is the operation they perform

In one smooth move, they hide control from around you

In a similar, consequent move they place that same control inside you

No anaesthesia

Apart from an illusion of freedom, side effects are minimal

It may tingle a bit

Also, you no longer hear what is rolling from the east

The sharp rip followed by a muffled roar, carries a cry of loss

In one whopping bang, they lose everything

The soil beneath their feet, the souls they had

Only ghosts sing with the voices of those stolen by the bullet rains

Things from them look different

Mr. Erickson once said: "If you have ghosts, you have everything."

However, their ghosts, they are different from those dressed in white sheets

The ghosts here, they make the masses move, tear worlds apart

And they stay - posted on the walls, scattered in the wind, blended into crowdsm and spun deep into minds

Things, for us too, could develop into something entirely different