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HOLY ACCORD

HOLY ACCORD

HOLY ACCORD

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Accounting for every human soul

the bureaucracy of evil levies its count.

Whether life or taxes

escrowed by the redemption of your bonds

we are nothing but a number.

Taxing the excrement of human feces

where possibility exists

the bureaucracy of evil will conduct

and neutralize

the radical tones of the runaways.

Dollar for dollar

and human life for bullets charged

the system

is an intolerant empire unjust congress.

From your sweat equities

filtering through a system of corruption

pharmaceutical mafia manifests

providing its currency

to government eyes and spies, awarding.

Herding and zooming

You will be found and accounted for

unless you are off the grid

reinstating yourself as a pioneer unfound.

Technology has bound you

and the credit card in your wallet scans

time and place and buying signs.

The age of protest and revolution is nigh

When the system takes your liberty

and cashes you out like black currency.

Whether birth or death

you shall be found in a burial vault

and exhumed if owed taxes.

The mannerisms of our humanities is vile

and exempt from the Holy accord …

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