Everyday that I waken, is a day of interesting paradoxes against the bygone dreams of yearning for global domination by the Western Empire. These conceived facades of reality, that drive the demented into frenzies of pathological waywardness, only matched by the extremist views of the vast campesiono, whom gather materials of compensation, to behemoth appeasement…
I aspire to dwell on this celestial body on which we preside, to wake, to see the end of quietus as a daily entree, served with the finest garnishment to the dwellers, by the opulent parasites of wealth…
Zephyr are the Amends, Intercontinentally. Listen carefully, you can hear the whispers, as foliage talks!
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