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We are the selected, the majestic of the poor, the unstrung heroes of our time. We holds electra complexes within each of ancient men we slept with perpetual desires thinking it was our fathers who sung lullabies to us to sleep. We are grotesque of its political minds that could bring us profits and merely a nonconstructive blurs.

Our struggles are unjustified and formless to its degrading parlor of dirty peasants. An empty realms of mind and emotions. We are the mindless breed of nation that quite frankly had survived through thunder bolts of mind setting changes through times but left us with nothing, still.

We are.. just we.