They stand glass eyed and empty. Their children follow them like old sour milk dripping from a jug. Their steps are meaningless and their path a dead end. These fake book zombies. Millions and millions of them going down to the slaughter house, rushing to the kill floor dazed and amazed. These are the clueless one s that will tell you that they are warriors here on fake book. These are the ones that sit for hours and hours posting meaningless dribble. These comfort zone junkies, these dime store poets, these mindless slaves of self destruction. Popping out of the hole like groundhogs in a massive flood they come. Zombies of this new world order ready and waiting to serve. Ye shall know them by their post and their words. Mindless creatures destined for a cold and empty grave. Consumer crazed maggots filling the streets. Trained to be submissive, programmed to mimic and indoctrinated to fail. They own nothing, control nothing and are nothing. Whores of the ruling class. Expendable as garbage they come and they come and they come. Extermination is emanate and death is soon.
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