HIDE YØUR INDIGNATIVN
EVERYONE WARNED YOU NOT TO GO BEYOND THE STANDARD, BUT YOU DISOBEYED AND MADE A DIFFERENT DECISION, FROM NOW ON YOU'RE AN OUTCAST AND A TRAITOR, NO ONE IS INTERESTED IN YOUR POINT OF VIEW AND OPINION HIDE YOUR INDIGNATION Huh? How do you like such a society and rules? In the place where I grew up there were such rules and infringements. It's absurd for me, as for any sane person. But... Not for a programmed one... A CROWD OF SLAVES, ON THE SAME THOUGHT WAVE, No different from each other, Ready to go wherever someone orders, NO BRAIN IN THE SKULL, A PROGRAM IN THE MIND THAT NOTIFIES YOU THAT YOU'RE A TOOL, ONLY THE CHOSEN WILL REALIZE THAT THEY CAN BE FREE, AND NEVER BEND THEIR KNEES, And never wear a leash... Hmm... Not everyone can go beyond, Only a few can do what they want, Despite the criticism around, And then they become head and shoulders above THOSE AROUND 'EM Huh... No one has the right to control you and your actions...
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