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It was a clear afternoon. It was a clear sky. It was most definitely a clear sight. Still the world ignited fear. He was a young man, with a clean shaven face, and a perfectly trimmed suit. Black on a radiating silver, for that was the style. But the day was not in style. It seemed that the natural world could never be in style for say, of course excluding his disgusting trade of bodily exposure.
He was a filthy man and he knew it, but still his prominence seemed quite forgiving in this society; the society of man. It was a time when he could have killed quite a well known man, not the most known of course, but still a high-flying individual. He could have him killed and attract no exclaim. And of course, as once did the controlling filth of the Reich far off in time and place, he took advantage of what he was able to plunder. He moved day by day, slowly and confidently, striding the biggest fruit of America. He ruined aspirations of young women, and converted their souls into machines. Of course they were very high quality trade physically, but their inner body was destroyed; destroyed under a reign of power and unforgiving control.
As he knew he was able to do, he also took advantage of pure politicians and higher officials in the free country he lived in. He believed he was the capital of the world. He had plans of moving to the western islands of America, known for their beauty and naturalness. All he had to do though was look upon his beautiful afternoon, his clear sky and his definite clear sight. But he had no worry for this, rather just what he could have that he hadn’t yet taken control of. This was what he was, but not how he was created. Born with a beautiful aligned tempo and a clear ability to see what was above him and around him. He was born able to see and feel the amazing word love.
But now this had no appeal to him. He, himself, without anyone else’s influence, liked to think that he had become more than what beauty could present around him. All he really had attained was the unfortunate corruption of being human.

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It was a clear afternoon. It was a clear sky. It was most definitely a clear sight. Still the world ignited fear. He was a young man, with a clean shaven face, and a perfectly trimmed suit. Black on a radiating silver, for that was the style. But the day was not in style. It seemed that the natural world could never be in style for say, of course excluding his disgusting trade of bodily exposure.
He was a filthy man and he knew it, but still his prominence seemed quite forgiving in this society; the society of man. It was a time when he could have killed quite a well known man, not the most known of course, but still a high-flying individual. He could have him killed and attract no exclaim. And of course, as once did the controlling filth of the Reich far off in time and place, he took advantage of what he was able to plunder. He moved day by day, slowly and confidently, striding the biggest fruit of America. He ruined aspirations of young women, and converted their souls into machines. Of course they were very high quality trade physically, but their inner body was destroyed; destroyed under a reign of power and unforgiving control.
As he knew he was able to do, he also took advantage of pure politicians and higher officials in the free country he lived in. He believed he was the capital of the world. He had plans of moving to the western islands of America, known for their beauty and naturalness. All he had to do though was look upon his beautiful afternoon, his clear sky and his definite clear sight. But he had no worry for this, rather just what he could have that he hadn’t yet taken control of. This was what he was, but not how he was created. Born with a beautiful aligned tempo and a clear ability to see what was above him and around him. He was born able to see and feel the amazing word love.
But now this had no appeal to him. He, himself, without anyone else’s influence, liked to think that he had become more than what beauty could present around him. All he really had attained was the unfortunate corruption of being human.