Men of Earth. Sold a lie. "Your purpose is much greater than enjoying existence". Seek power and die. When once we enjoyed the simple pleasures of life. Home cooked meals, with stories to tell. A father and friends back and forth. A mothers delight and the wonder and excitement of a child. Men conscious of the environment and habitat that provides for their families. With great respect for nature, as it provides and takes away. We give the middle man control. The greedy man that seeks to have it all. His weapon of choice is money. An army of slaves. We do as he pleases just to get a piece for ourselves. The great illusion. We must seek our own personal power and protect our patch of heaven. The weasel kills for sport and the man kills out of necessity.
- Author: ringdara ( Offline)
- Published: January 6th, 2024 20:10
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