Redemptio, social masks (English version)
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sun, Sep 9, 2018
This is the story, whether you believe it or not, of a ransom. A soul lost in a degenerate, cowardly society, devoid of any kind of moral value which, to those who know how to grasp it, offers an opportunity for emancipation, a voice out of the chorus. Without a doubt it is the most difficult road, a black sheep in a herd of homologated white sheep, exited from the factory by a mold of rotten form but with a brilliant appearance, which gives them a bicephalic image. If, on the one hand, and I can not deny this, they present themselves dressed in an elegant, impeccable manner and show off discourses of high social and religious temperance; on the other they behave as if they had forgotten at once the so beautiful words shown off in the previous chatter.
This is the affair of Edgar Brown, a mask, in a city that was full of masks.
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