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Quit the Mob

We have been given a WORLD Where Thinking. Is. Just. Not. Required. Who says Zombies Cannot Exist? Are not walking Among us. Void Emotion. Void Human Sincerity. This 'Functioning Society' We have greedily gobbled From a Silver, Gold plated platter. Does not support Connection. Promotes Private. Singular Successes. One ocean of Opportunity. How? Tell a bird to swim. Hold it's breath. To halt it's lovely Song? It will Perish. Forced to Thrive, Live, Exist, Be Content In conditions it was not Designed to Flourish. You. Have a Particular, Admonishing Spirit. Designed for a Certain Purpose. The Human Frailty, Deemed Consciousness, Possessing Thought. Curses and Prizes. The ability to choose a Niche. Complicatedly, Distraught and Scared. We all begin to carve. Choose Air, Fire, Water. As our ideal conditions. In which lies, Your Destiny. Dec 2, 2013
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Dec 5, 2013
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