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.		You spoke and I believed. I believed everything you laid down before me. I believed you like a child with mouth wide open. I believed all your philosophies. your theories were lectured to me as facts and I believed. and I believed. and as I grew up and looked upon your books I was in entranced with all your philosophy's. I never questioned anything. The bones or bone you would find had to be proof. And the dust you would dig up had to be the one. When you decided to mix glass in the streets. Well, your were right. And all you laid before us seemed all so chic. And you convinced us all with your intellispeak. I had studied so hard to be part of you and I always felt you would never lie to me. I trusted you for all that I knew and the newspapers I read would only be the truth. I did all that you said and I did exactly as you told. I put all my faith into you and never asked for anything in return. Just to be a part of you was enough. You were right. Your way was right. all that you said. All that you taught. And now... we're all grown up. Obese and godless I look upon what you've made. And the suffering that you cause.		.

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