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It is unquestionable, that in the belly of humans, there is a discontent with the imminent, a thirst to destroy, and a need to believe that material gains are the only way to prove that we are god's chosen few (the puritan work ethic). The majority of the world has bought in. That discontent with the imminent, whatever that beasts name be, boils in the blackest portions of our stomachs, eating at the lining of our hearts and tearing through our lungs. So that each breath be haunted with that disease. We know not its name because we choose to ignore it instead of face it head on. Finally that discontent meets the world and begins to destruct. Today, 12 men and women, were shot because of that gluttonous beast whose name we do not know, who lives in each of us, and unless we do battle with that beast will always remain in us. It will reside in the darkest trenches of our beings. It will fester and implode. I am in turn left with questions, is this is a message from God or are we forgotten with the rest? I was always taught that if you have the ability to stop the evils of this world, you should make full use of that ability. Even if your own life is lost in the struggle.
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"Rise like lions after slumber,
In unvanquishable number!
Shake your chains to earth, like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are many; they are few!"
(Read from Howard Zinn's, "A People's History of the United States." Poem Written by Percy Bysshe Shelley and titled "The Masque of Anarchy."
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