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CONVOLUTED LIE

CONVOLUTED LIE

CONVOLUTED LIE

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

To raise a weapon against another

is not a comprehensible act

as the metaphor of violence is evil.

The persuasion of power

through socialistic equations is nulled

by the thinking and passive mind.

If we understand the animal within

and the boundaries that subsist

we should

be aware that violence by any means

does not sequester violence.

Compounding a psycho syntax

the false pretense

that we

understand the human mind is false.

Producing generations of experts

patients will remain insane

and the

devalued dollar will still earn its dividends

on the fakery of these practices.

Convoluting illness with drugs

is the

altering prescription of these definitions.

To raise a weapon against another

is an illness

of territorial and passive rights

for if we are told that it is just

than we are

conditioned to believe our superiors.

As propaganda initiates these crimes

one at a time

bodies will fall on the battlefield

as officers

control the moral of the fighter.

To nail Christ to the Cross

is the long term legacy

of our cognitive darkness

continuing

to hammer nails is power

and power

makes man feel superior to another.

He who chooses to fight

shall continue this legacy.

He who develops

beyond

the Cro-Magnon existence will win.

The gun

or baton shall only win enemies.

The uniform

makes people believe anything they are told.

In this mastery- man is a convoluted lie.

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