The Place I Really Learned At Wasn't School

There are desks and "teachers", who speak but it's not teaching.

There are kids and rooms that try to pass as classes

 but are really cells. There's a principal and his menions and

his power house: the Main Office. Here they try to make us

forget we have an individuality and punish Freedom Fighters.

They do teach us, here in this tyrannic facility, that "man IS evil".

He wants us to be brainwashed and vunerable. These "teachers"

do not teach but inverterate his plans, they too are his followers.

  The place I really learned at wasn't school because in a school

you can be yourself and they are rules and regulations, not laws and 

obligations.

  The place I really learned at wasn't school, no, not all.

 

 

 

 

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