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"I saw outside the city of Isonomia; but I do not feel free, I feel all the more chained. Have the city leaders really hid such land for all these years? I used to believe in the leaders' wisdom, I used to praise them. But now I have different eyes, and a different mind." Isonomia Book III: Confrontation How should I speak, For you to understand? I saw it. Its beauty shines much more Than twisting silver gears. Its heavens free of black clouds, And without fumes, The skies were clear. Leaders, Why is this something you hide? What you saw, Is not at all, And nothing more than works of steel, That's all. Forget your sights, It's not your right, To wander out to Other lights, It's not alright. And not to anyone's delight.
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
Confrontation
"I saw outside the city of Isonomia; but I do not feel free, I feel all the more chained. Have the city leaders really hid such land for all these years? I used to believe in the leaders' wisdom, I used to praise them. But now I have different eyes, and a different mind." Isonomia Book III: Confrontation How should I speak, For you to understand? I saw it. Its beauty shines much more Than twisting silver gears. Its heavens free of black clouds, And without fumes, The skies were clear. Leaders, Why is this something you hide? What you saw, Is not at all, And nothing more than works of steel, That's all. Forget your sights, It's not your right, To wander out to Other lights, It's not alright. And not to anyone's delight.
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
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