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In the mist

All around the words of prophets
rise up in the world,
mist in the mornings.

Console cowboys riding,
Baron Samedi plays his puppet
on the stage of the world.

The blind stand firm
confident in their beliefs,
dancing with the puppet.

Orwell laughs in his grave
and still, the question lingers
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

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