Cows
There is nothing to be grateful.
There leaves naught to be fearful.
If it is not our choice do not EXPECT our actions to flow heartily.
What are you without your soul?
And what are we without ours?
If I choose not to work under the huge propaganda machine, I would not.
Debilitated Land of Fools.
They CLAIM we get to choose, they CLAIM we get freedom. But I now say NO. WE DID NOT GET TO CHOOSE. And she acts as though we love her and her redundant useless Propaganda subject.
You are failed, Cow-one. You are worth not to teach me.
And I shall see myself free, one day.
LEAVE.
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