Through your hands I wield hate
Through your intentions I create power over others
Through your actions I create endless suffering
Through your religions I lose my spirit and my god
Through your culture I become an automaton, forever stifling creativity ... ....
Okay, I'm gonna forever stifle your creativity right now—not because I favor "automatons," but because all poetry stinks, and yours stinks like an ass sandwich. AM I WRONG? Then for God's sake, vote in this post's "Anony-Poll" and let's settle the matter once and for all. (Besides, if I can stop even one person from submitting poetry to the Mercury, then I've done my job.) Submit your own non-poetic rants and confessions here.
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