Not man as himself, not man as gender, not man as animal nor man as plant nor man as machine, not man as thought nor man as hunger, not man as man
In a magic forest of deadlines and daggers drawn
Secret you's navigate hidden pathways and find a real person in concealment
I know about happiness not publicly shared
Conflicts are manufactured, conflicts are comic books, pop songs on the radio, the carnival funhouse
They are escape and enjoyment
Hit the gym and produce fiction about some perceived difference
For nature is celebration of air, open space, water, flora and fauna
Your nature is suppression for existence - to be able to function here
The unnatural ones will make you feel that you are the unnatural one
The repressors, the directors, the engineers of false nature
Force people to diverge from their natural interests and instincts
For national servitude, the dredge is used to change their course
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