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Jun 2016
Buildings burn and cities crumble, starvation is rampant and the oppressors of freedom have won. All of good conscience have withdrawn leaving them to rule the heap. At last they have total freedom to do what ever they want. There is no law and order or is there? The chaos gives rise to in fighting and a struggle for what is left. The strong prey on the weak. At last a barbaric order is established and the cycle begins. From the ashes of anarchy and chaos, someone takes charge. What they will call themselves, who can really say. So anarchy is in truth an illusion and the corrupted former things give way to a repeat of what has already been.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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