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  Chrysalis This isn’t a tomb It’s a chrysalis . We aren’t being buried We’re being rewritten. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via  YouTube Music , Spotify , iTunes, Apple Music and Soundcloud To support my art, feel free to donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal    If you want to acquire JJFB's art creations as an NFT - John's Opensea NFT profile is https://opensea.io/JJFBbennett   Copyright This artwork is protected by U.S. and International copyright laws . Distribution and/or modification of the artwork without the written permission of the sponsor is prohibited.
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The Path

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Our cage is on the line
Techno-feudalism
Billionaires making a profit within a pandemic
They are doing very well thank you
Meanwhile, very little is left for us the little people


Seeking the incompatibilities of happiness.

Schematically.
Chasing down and investigating.
Bundling and collating.
Then.
Oppressing and detaining.
By.
Imprisoning and expelling.
Killing.

It is a dangerous world out there.


When Night Falls.
Alone and patient.
My conscious-mind.
The implications. 
When night falls fast.









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