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Willing slaves are obsessed by freedom, and envy free men's riches; Loathe to steer their own course, yet they curse their masters wishes. Beneath their oppressor's dominance they beg for their own choice, but, lest they acquire freedom even they hear not their voice. Willing slaves merit their abasement, as an odalisque securer still than the terror of sovereignty and the burdens of free will. These willing helots, shall they ever tire of their ruler's amnesty, and shed their dark age chains of fear to decide their own destiny?
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC
Willing slaves...
Willing slaves are obsessed by freedom, and envy free men's riches; Loathe to steer their own course, yet they curse their masters wishes. Beneath their oppressor's dominance they beg for their own choice, but, lest they acquire freedom even they hear not their voice. Willing slaves merit their abasement, as an odalisque securer still than the terror of sovereignty and the burdens of free will. These willing helots, shall they ever tire of their ruler's amnesty, and shed their dark age chains of fear to decide their own destiny?
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC
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