Neologist says: whereas words onced served a sentence now are sentenced, serving our every agenda. We pour poison into the people’s ear and yet they’re still eager to tip their heads. And should you dare search for what truth is, a twisted tongue will torture your thesis. And you should say “this is injustice”, a cunning mind will redefine what “is” is. This is not torture. This is not surveillance. This is not injustice. This is poetic license permitted by a nation’s silence.
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