I say look away because it doesn’t matter what they spray. However, the poison invading our lungs, choking our voices has begun. It’s beginning to flay the skin on our backs. No longer is it just a breath on our necks. This sludge had swept its way across our lands and is now infecting our hearts. But sheeps can’t see how the infection grows and spreads. Mindless to the slow deterioration of their heads. Little do they know not everyone is on board with their show. They shout and fight trying to advocate for our rights. Frozen from fright screaming to stand up and fight. Filled with rage as those who age find respite in swallowing the shame. Toxic, poison shows no hesitation when finding its way through the maze. Poised like a gun aiming for our hearts.... and yet still they march.