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THE LIVING DEAD
The loss of life is the reality of all living things. We come and we go. All things perish. Yet the passing of life is still a most saddening, sombering, and tragic event to just about everyone.
But imagine, if you will, the wanton, vile senseless taking of your life by another—to literally watch your murder being committed. That is exactly what occurs to a black political prisoner condemned to death for phantom crimes by long-termed incarceration. Dead but yet alive, walking around in this caged cemetery of the living dead. Held hostage in this cold concrete and steel tomb. Each day, each second, helplessly watching the insanity of the murder of your life. Expenditures of the irreplaceable, your life's precious energies slipping and fading away at the hands of bestial savages, as there's no do-overs in life.
It is an ongoing grievous grieving. No ordinary pain, no ordinary anguish as would occur from an accident or incurable disease. It is attending your own funeral, and the vultures are waiting for you to lie in the casket.
It is maddening, civilized murder. You are being killed by slow, agonizing torture day by day, year by year. A continuous daily hemorrhaging of your life being sucked and drawn from you. It is above and beyond any crucification.
It is an avoidable dying and preventable at any moment. My diseased murders could stop killing me. But these wage slaves can't. There is no money in that. Only with my torturous dying in this slave cage can my white captors rip off the stupid taxpayers.
But it's too late anyway. Life has no meaning. I am no longer alive. I was murdered by filthy, lying, cheating, murdering white racist cowards!
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