We are taught from their books.
We believe their history. A crafty lie it is – one that keeps us content to live as slaves.
We accrue debt to foolishly broaden our minds.
We toil away for our corporate-fascist masters to fulfill our obligations.
We are worth more dead to them than alive.
Freedom is not being able to think unmolested by propaganda, but owning more material than the next.
How can we rise from our deathbeds?