Medicated docility,
An apathetic tolerance curfew granted by a vintage consent of conformity no longer willing to ration hope for anything but a future without conviction, Wherein nothing exists but strategically placed mines waiting to explode with a composition of hatred, In maliceful friendly cross killed in hopeless future key remiss to be stroked action, Spoken like a stitched bigotry facade up gong from the pulpit of separatism into numbness with all surroundings...
In lieu of vile melodies,
Desiring confrontation...
On behalf of intolerance
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