Wake Up Brothers

It’s a mass induced trance my droogs.

We are sold it. We eat, chew and swallow it.

Until my brothers, one day when we feel unease from the rot in our swole belly, where it lies festering.

It gnaws at us, summoning us to wake.

Gnawing away at out gutty wuts for escape

Wake up brothers.

Its time for us to bring about a change.

Your Humble Narrator, His Dark Side.

“I creeched louder still, creeching: ‘Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?'” Alex


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