Slavery’s hidden—like air, yet it’s real. Fish think the seabed is part of the deal. If it had pockets, distinct and confined, Vice would be clearer to most of mankind. Yet the fool "thinks"—all is fine, all is well, Though he himself is the stronghold of hell. Fish need their water, and fools need their lies: Shake not the "truth" that is veiling their eyes!
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Fables ⇒ Labels. Rage in New— This will vanish out of view.