Abandon your senses
And the sentences trapped in your mouth.
They're just rational for a paper trail
Of actors distracting me.
Tear out your circuits, all you robots,
All you highly paid chess machines.
There is no answer to the questions
Under your wiring.
There is one opening move
In talks of disarmament:
We'll forget nothing.
Leave your possessions by the front door.
And we'll burn them in effigy.
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