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There will be a time when good men will have to do unthinkable things to keep order in chaos. I give my soul to the task for the good of mankind.
Times are coming When the only ones out after the sun goes down will the Burlap Boys. So Efficient and swift, They move like Tarantula hawks Seeking out the itsy bitsy unvaccinated unclassified And unlucky citizens Whom no longer have a part In society. On the bed of a van, grub like Snarling squirming cocoons, Pleading through textile On deaf ears As one by one They are plunged into Manholes In the city streets Design to mechanically Liquify The living and are dispersed Into Underground Sewage and run off drainage systems that are released into the Gulf of Mexico.
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P. 1-3 Dissertation Application for employment for the task of logistical deportation of Iner core population.
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