In the a very dark night, I look up to the sky and wonder, what am I to say of this life, when a flimsy candle beholds a flickering flame, a flimsy life beholds a flickering mind, a flimsy sky beholds one to many flickering stars. Is there something to being flimsy? May be, as no matter how beastly man can be, he still needs a mother to borne him, out here. Well is this, after all the actual form of justice, to give the weak the reign over the strong. I fear, as i look into this democracy and religious doctrines.
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