Never mind this ache in my chest. Forget the sudden chills across my skin. Try to push the needle under my skin; it won’t yield to forceful hands. Shove the liquid into my veins, because my mouth will not open to your sick lies. Force feed me these things you want me to believe. Stir the fear up in my gut. Mold me into a soldier, to raise arms against the “strange”. You take away my pen to hand me a sword. Your motives frighten me to the brink of self defense. And you are never satisfied. What will become of all those in your way? The country’s in ruins.
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