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It's not like the movies, or shows the books and the novels. hollywood's way of cheesy gimmicks. It's not like the Hunger Games! Where people are injected with sweet venom of credulous lies. Where 2 tributes disappears. Every year. Because, right now, right here, we have more. It is 2053. Promises long gone. Contracts expired and conspiracy failed. Betrayed. Lied to. Indoctrinated. Abandoned. Hands over heads. We, at the mercy of the Red Dragon. His highness roams. We, losing our grasps, collapsing. I dreamed a home of peace, safe, with freedom. But it crumpled into a million pieces. No more teases. When they had won. Some people fled. Unbearable of the roads, tainted red. They got lucky. But I'm just a fuming middle aged worthless powerless whatshername. Talk about pity. "I'm young!" But you'll grow old. And I tell you of this. I warn you of this! Because I see it so clearly, so vividly, in your eyes. I see no future of us. Just our minds twisted. Blood and gore mixed with all that we witnessed. Just healthy looking robots. Patriotic robots. Who has forgotten everything.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
This is about Politics, Freedom and Struggle
It's not like the movies, or shows the books and the novels. hollywood's way of cheesy gimmicks. It's not like the Hunger Games! Where people are injected with sweet venom of credulous lies. Where 2 tributes disappears. Every year. Because, right now, right here, we have more. It is 2053. Promises long gone. Contracts expired and conspiracy failed. Betrayed. Lied to. Indoctrinated. Abandoned. Hands over heads. We, at the mercy of the Red Dragon. His highness roams. We, losing our grasps, collapsing. I dreamed a home of peace, safe, with freedom. But it crumpled into a million pieces. No more teases. When they had won. Some people fled. Unbearable of the roads, tainted red. They got lucky. But I'm just a fuming middle aged worthless powerless whatshername. Talk about pity. "I'm young!" But you'll grow old. And I tell you of this. I warn you of this! Because I see it so clearly, so vividly, in your eyes. I see no future of us. Just our minds twisted. Blood and gore mixed with all that we witnessed. Just healthy looking robots. Patriotic robots. Who has forgotten everything.
For, Hong Kong. And all people there trying to defend it. It's hard, I know. It's a struggle, with no end. It's getting messier, day by day. But this is our place, our land, our home. And we defend it. Stay strong hkgers.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
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