Denying

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Who are you people
to fill my kin with jiggers,

and take away their freedom,

and their ideas,

and fill them with your own

until they can no longer see their own two feet,

that with removal produces a black blood and the vile stench of rot and infection.

I would rather have them die

than suffer under your reign.

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