No wonder then that the corp.-passionate president of the humans displays himself in a 100% supportive room of dark-colored shirts despite 70% opposition by the general herd.
No wonder that he casts a terrorizing shadow called "The Enemy" and then projects subtext shadows of non-existant, "Sad-damn-ists", "Reject-a-nists" and "TERRROR-ists".
Fear and uncertainty are fodder for the mix messaged brain. The drums of war beat loudly and yet the humans see not its approach.
They march again lockstep towards the ledge.
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