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redemptionthroughknowledge

Days are tough and long, and never do we have time to beholdthesunsetlikewe
did before. Goals are mechanized and grey, and never have dreams been mentioned
anymore.
We have been buying desires in beautiful wrapped boxes full ofourselves, empty
ofourselves.

ImustgetmysoulbackfromyouIamkillingmyfleshwithoutit.
SylviaPlath

Under the shadows of hope we stroll handcuffed bythelightoftheprogressasthe


paceofprosperityissetontheislandofmediocrity.
Blind inourvanitywebuildhighsandcastlesfoundedonourdesiretoflockintothe
insaneherd.
Where are you seed of human kind? You are lost in between the lines of the
human tragedy. Anewoldtragedythatcannotbeenseenorfelt.Wherecloudsofpain and
dispairareaswhiteandsoftasthepurestcloudsofspring.

The tower of justice no longer shelter the balance of democracy . The sons of
libertynolongercryforanidealbuttheywhisperechoesofhollowinsanity.
A boy is crying in a dark corner wherehe can be seen but no one wishes tohear
hissorrows.Hismomsgone,hishopewasntborn.Thedrydelusionofreality

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