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April 16, 2014
You set aside your garbed disease, you put on armor over bets laid on tables of dare in the backyard graveyard escape plans, you create all mystery to evolve the telling of an action begetting triggers forming in the mist, out of disinterest, indecisiveness, and the cruelty of accepting fear as a mask for parades down paths where gunshots peel out for cheers, and disciples of violence, you bid their acquiescence to a cause hidden for cellar talks made in utter darkness promising light brimming from hope brewed on stoves like crystal meth for undisclosed recipients led to the slaughter.