Queues of batteries,
the pulse of echo chambers,
lowing sacred cows,
your spybank diagnosis,
amputated potential.
Characteristics,
that lottery of foresight,
an expert's judgement,
acknowledgement's mercy,
expression neatly curtailed.
Our trojan concepts,
automatically refused,
tracked by satellites,
transplanted like spare livers,
promenaded and shelved.
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