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I remember spending hours trying to understand the concept of why some people are better off over others. Some part of them seemed relaxed, jaunty even- while several seemed to fight the urge to keep their eyes from shutting. Why is it hard even if we share the same autonomy, the same earth?
Eons spent perfecting something that did not need to be tampered with by people who shared the same plain of existence, who came from a woman just like all others; What made these 'revolutionists' believe that they were above all others?
We shed blood and history to succeed a plain that was meant to hold billions of our own?
And then everything became metamorphic. It was a façade made by people for people, its brand being 'Power' which breed the concept of secularism, communities formed to divide their own kind, margins made on the land that was meant to be ours from its creation.
The evolution of mankind being the ability to reset, to go back to default. We speak of progression yet slowly but surely the line between barbarism and humanity continues to blur.
We are the Apex. Yet how are we so different from the ones we are supposed to protect?
A wolf will kill its own to protect its pack from famine however we kill out of vendetta, some with the mask of a vigilantes, others with the domino of revenge.
Its a hierarchy
An evergreen maze of riddled words and phrases with the pretense of modification, where the fortunate survive.
But in conclusion, everything regresses to its mean.
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