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“Democracy on Drugs, Sonnet (Operation Opium) Revolution a day keeps corruption away, freethinking days prevent genocidal nights. Citizens without brain leads to democracy on drugs, paranoia is lifeblood for power-hungry parasites. Parasites thrive on gaslighting neighbors, peaceful coexistence is a threat to political power. Politicians remain safe through war and drought, it's the people who pay with blood, money and tears. Parasites don't have nationality, parasites don't have religion, parasites only have a bottomless hunger to keep the throne by calculated cleansing. Nationalism has nothing to do with culture, fundamentalism has nothing to do with religion. Win a war, lose a war, politicians lose nothing, living off domesticated sheep comatosed by opium.”

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Book:Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper
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