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Business as unusual
Bees stir within a hive absent of boundaries
You thought this art moving with revolution was just art
Now you smell the nylon tent plastic
We cradle you in with welcoming arms
It is beyond the time to call bullshit
Burn down the curtains
Denying the shade they provide for unsavory transactions

It is time to return form to the forum
That form is open
Out in the open
For everyone to see
A perfect circle of accountability
Witness each other doing right by us
Each partisan of a massive jury
The lobbyist
The launderer
Shall be judged