….Hold your breath and count backwards from a hundred, all foreword motivations should become stunted, the truth has never been more blunted, only the free knows freedoms and are too free to want it, enslavements they never had to confront it, too free to realize the earth they walk on can be owned, kept from entities with similar bones, made to worship mere men on thrones, four centuries in and todays kings could be their clones, still putting out similar vibrations, it’s even created a hierarchy for skin tones, human nature hasn’t grown, still the same ole bones.
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- Published: July 12th, 2025 10:22
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Time passes but little changes. So true it is and well stated.
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