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A Hope for Innocence


Our World... Rapacity!

Where Men usurp the youth.

Men who manifest greed, lust, power

Illimiuniting Freud's Id through actions

Alas! The youth replicate their Teachers.

Cloned as the Men

Craving corruption!

"An endless circle?" Little Johnny asked. 

"Time tells" says the seer. "But until then, así es la vida."

 

 

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