The dark fairy tale about obedience that defines humanity is the questioning about the virtue of authority and its immoral display of power.
The tragedy of spineless people lies in their promise of a happy ever after and a magical realm, alongside their blind obedience to kill.
The world of cruelty and predatory authoritarianism is the institution of a patriotic handicap that rhymes with idiot.
The living legends of transformations and journeys to establish a moral identity that relates to unconditional love and its realities.
The parallel experiences of actuality and the acknowledgement of pathetic
leadership come to a choice that all oppressive authority needs to be a
revolution against fascism.
The labyrinth and its dark meaning of control are the stories that flow within many worlds of suffering, where no pure intentions have values. It creates the imagery of insecure behavior and a link between the use and abuse of power and the people subjected to it.
It is the political manipulation where people have lost their memory in a world of endless promises. The insistent blindfold of temptation to power and wealth is the grotesque monster that struggles to move away from obsessive handicaps.
The sacrifices of many lives are the immortal love stories that hold
the real virtue of the true kingdoms of prosperity. The imagery of time with a
broken watch is the limited momentum of inheritance that cultivates
un-conditional love.
Human narcissistic
tendencies are in need of pleasure from the agony of others that creates
overprotective issues of broken sentimentalities to meticulously maintain some
false history, built on gossip.
Poor ideals and the
grooming of uniforms in status are the acts of fears and the weakness to be in
love and to serve as moral character. The virtue of a noble and righteous
monarch knows the value of life, where the weights of powerful actions are the
choices that every monarch has made throughout the history of our civilization.
The blinded hideous kings,
who can only see through the hands of actions, are the metaphor for the
unrestricted power that crowns all corruption and no learning.
The fragrance of life and
its love are granted beyond the hereafter and are the blossoms in the midst of
turbulence.
The flower of humanity is the flourishing virtue of liberation to love, or one will remain imprisoned in the realm of darkness to cultivate false egos to fill a mini second of a high. There is no other source of happiness other than the heart of love.









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