Having shed my erstwhile alacrity, I am adrift once again in ersatz satisfaction. My weightlessness, my lack of gravity in this existence is all but unnoticed admist the gust of a spring wind that blows winter away for another year. I close my eyes to avoid the dust colliding with them and I dream with tentative reverence. Unity and alliance collide in a graceful pulchritude. There is no crime; there are no weapons— they were melted down and used for shelter for vagabonds and all the money used to make them goes to feeding the hungry and curing the ill.
A sudden zephyr shakes me from my reverie— a warning that time for rest is near its end. As the Axis of my vindicated stability lies austere mediocrity, disquieted in its obstreperous lull. Can I shine despite obduration's tarnish? If I'm reborn now, will they see me from the surface?
Violated in trust, under the Prince of democracy's thumb, overwhelmed with ignorance and denial— where are the quixotic and the brazen? We need a new leader that can pull us out of the chasms we fell into— globally and nationally. We're puppets on a string, the media our puppeteers and they the dummies atop the government's lap with its hand up their asses.
I get raped, he gets 5 years probation and now wants off of it. Now what about my sentence? Living in fear, guilt and shame— a life sentence, no chance of parole. Stand up for what you did and be a man about it! They're going to let him go; I can feel it.
Such is the power of it all— government manipulation— never on the victim's side. America is Pangea's bully. Stand up for what you believe in, but within moderation. Everything within moderation. To be limitless would be to be nearly anarchaic.
Two more years and perhaps it will be done. Two more years until the Boy King's reign is over. Thank you, FDR, for being the cause of the two term limit. Revolt and evolve— or sit on your asses. I don't care anymore... but it's time for a change.
A sudden zephyr shakes me from my reverie— a warning that time for rest is near its end. As the Axis of my vindicated stability lies austere mediocrity, disquieted in its obstreperous lull. Can I shine despite obduration's tarnish? If I'm reborn now, will they see me from the surface?
Violated in trust, under the Prince of democracy's thumb, overwhelmed with ignorance and denial— where are the quixotic and the brazen? We need a new leader that can pull us out of the chasms we fell into— globally and nationally. We're puppets on a string, the media our puppeteers and they the dummies atop the government's lap with its hand up their asses.
I get raped, he gets 5 years probation and now wants off of it. Now what about my sentence? Living in fear, guilt and shame— a life sentence, no chance of parole. Stand up for what you did and be a man about it! They're going to let him go; I can feel it.
Such is the power of it all— government manipulation— never on the victim's side. America is Pangea's bully. Stand up for what you believe in, but within moderation. Everything within moderation. To be limitless would be to be nearly anarchaic.
Two more years and perhaps it will be done. Two more years until the Boy King's reign is over. Thank you, FDR, for being the cause of the two term limit. Revolt and evolve— or sit on your asses. I don't care anymore... but it's time for a change.
"Nearly all men can withstand adversity; if you want to test a man's character, give him power."
-Abraham Lincoln
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