This is not a suicide it’s a public service

The removal of my malcontent from the masses

Your communion- control- never meant to absolve these lips

Parallel stockades of pulpit and podium

Impossible walls from whose rubble new restraint will rise


Scoring new ideas with firebrand devotion

Independent thoughts burnt like incense in conformity’s cathedrals

Immolation on the altar

My stain faded in time by the feet of the faithful

I return to carbon

One small step for me, one giant leap for corporate kind

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