drostok
The gong bangs at the sun rise. The world awakens, a new golden day is upon us. I hate mornings.
Will you bow? Will you submit? Will you let the world continue as it is; unjust, hopeless, and ruled by greed? I certainly hope not.
High the elite stand on pillars made from the blood and sweat of the common man, this is what we have been told is just and right, this is the lie we all live.
the clash between good and evil is never as simple as it seems. there is no telling of today's hero's are tomorrows villains, in the end one can't help but think, are there really such things as good and evil?
my lonely lantern lights my way down this dark and dreary hall. Only darkness awaits me beyond its glow, and I wonder, how long will it keep protecting me from the approaching black?
millions of balloons fill the sky as we celebrate the divergence for the the shackles of an oppressive way of life, CELEBRATE FOR WE ARE FREE!
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