There is no fidelity, no knowledge, no adherence of a figure with utmost god-like capacities of power that reigns over their puppet strings but they choose to believe and the disbeliever has the liberty to sink and drown or force convictions opposing to their own.
Therefore, their stability dries and every thought that dwells in opposition, suppression, and such, languishes. The oscillation of rebellion and submission either perishes or remains, to choose one is a gamble of life. The manor is guilt, the manor challenges your being. This is no fault of subjection of liberty, this is reality.
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[ start : october 03, 2016 ]