Jupiter has Life
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Last published Wed, Aug 10, 2016
Souls for sell...
"Sometimes I believe reality is a home full of monsters.
For we complain about injustice and falsified demigods.
Yet argue amongst ourselves and our own introductory into another's ego.
While we do nothing to change but grab at different weapon to defend ourselves.
Maybe we are truly sadistic.
Maybe we enjoy racial tension.
Maybe we love to watch corruption and innocent lives burn away.
Maybe the homeless do make us feel superior and better about ourselves.
.
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Maybe struggle and wars are just another popular trend.
Negative maybe.
But honestly if we wanted change wouldn't we realize already that stepping on one another to achieve a personal goal leads us to no where?
God please provide us some therapy...
For people are beautiful this is true but most are often too interested in their own demise to perpetrate clarity into a positive."
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