MY LIPS ARE SEALED

My lips are sealed, not with with the cartouche of Pharaoh's hieroglyphic symbols. The curse of death upon any who would disturb His tomb. Let them be forever covered in the darkest abyss, never to view Nut, the sky again. The resting place guarded against disturbances for all time. Let sleeping liars dog the lowly. As in life, so in death. The continued control of truths through fear and misdirection of the many, by the few in charge. The public should never know that Pharaoh isn't a god.

My lips are sealed, not with the melted wax insignia of the King's ring. Denoted official missives and communications deemed too important for lowly peons. Break that seal and seal your doom, never to leave the dungeons. We the little people should never disturb the King's peace. The truth can't set you free when it is bound. The naked truth is the Emperor has no clothes. The public should never know that the material that's as light and sheer as nothing is...nothing.

My lips ARE sealed with the round symbols of the great State of Florida and it's DOC, so I cut my pen, bleeding ink all over the page. Suicidal revelations expressed when I tell you unpopular truths and disturb their peace. Reprisals are policy in a place where people have died for less. Those round seals block exits and mark fenced in grave yards. Slow decomposition of men and morality by naked nothingness posing as gods and the godly. Unseal the tombs and the official communications deemed too important for public consumption, making all of chapter 33 available to the incarcerated. That includes the rules they have to follow as well. Demand site inspections by agencies outside of Florida and it's DOC or FDLE, conduct interviews without the DOC listening. Protect anonymity, that would unseal every lip.