Shall we feast on the bread of the national psyche,
and drink the blood of malleable minds?
Shall we wake from a national slumber
numbed and dumbed and media dined.
neither left nor nor right nor middle damned
I hold the truth in painted hands
a religion born of pixels, a ritual decline
The bread is surely broken
the message is the wine.
--a.gardega
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