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Jan 2015
truth is the currency of the few, its also the weapon of those that rebel, the few that are able to live and tell, thirsty for truth still not quenched, questions even after death, gazing for that one of a kind, the hard to explain, the undefined, information is power, and knowledge is a secret, and those that possess it wont share it, a crazy schizophrenic, maybe a psychopath, but the darkness that's been promised has come at long last.
Franc
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