Null/Void

How poetic
A movement brought to its knees
By its message being made a punchline
How the mighty must have trembled
To infiltrate the cause
Make a mockery of the charge
The heartbeat all but stopped
While blissful peddlers recite their scripted lines
Another casualty of culture
Another stamped out uprising
And you were the weapon they used
To crush the rebellion
You so desperately pray for
So roll your eyes
Laugh at the threat they've neutralized
And to think, you were almost free
Forever enslaved



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