action is intrinsic in one,
from only one it is endowed,
to the many this truth is blind,
creating only pretense,
this is not rebellion or revolution,
this is reassertion,
this is the cutting of supply lines,
to vaccines poison penned,
and venomously laid plans,
in this earth already scorched,
all out war is upon us,
forces the hand of all,
indecision is its own decision,
neutral as a shallow grave
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