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FICTION
The Blood I Feed My Decider
“I’m asking you to answer honestly? Why do we exist? I’ll tell you why we exist. We exist to work for all those rich kings and queens in this so called democracy. You can’t live freely without listening to their rules. We exist to generate taxes so those filthy rich rats can buy their ninth limo while you rot in the suburb. They tell you that the country is doing well financially? Yeah well, fuck them. It’s the rich stock brokers that are doing well. You still can’t afford a proper meal. If you still want to defend them, then continue living under their decisions. If you want to be free, then let’s find another land and establish a just society where we take our own decisions. I want all of us to say this, I have fed my decider with my blood until now. I have decided that my blood only belongs to me now.”
That was the video that he had been planning to show after he hijacked the election rally. But they caught him before anyone apart from him saw that video. A police officer and a lawyer were seated across him. He had been beaten, tortured and bruised. The lawyer began to speak,
“It is illegal to secede from the country”
Despite being beaten bloody he was still able to show a look of disgust, he was tired physically…
