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| Today was different.I stepped outside and enjoyed the crisp air. everything seemed great. I would produce enough to fulfill my quota to society. which was easy. afterwards, I would go home. I remember when the past was different. the past was terrible. the stress was unbelievable. I had to bring home the cards and my children looked to them to elevate their status at school. everyone was under unimaginable stresses. and when our leaders arrogance took to making comments such as "let them eat poke'ies." well, that was it. we took to the streets. you see, it finally came to pass that we were just working for the poke'ies. they had it set-up that if you made more poke'ies than the less fortunates. well, you had to turn over your best poke'ies to them. everyone had their hand in my poke'ies. we stormed their headquarters and took their CEO's. we forced them to tour their hopeless cities. their godless, diseased culture that they had created. and of course what they created we had to buy. we all believed. we believed in them. not god. the could create they told us. man over god. poke'ies over our eyes hiding the lord. when they saw the decadence, the disease, the sorrow, the lost souls even they cried out. and finally the lions slept with the lambs. and it was all over. the poke'ies stopped. and we began. | |||||
