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The story of my eyes

The story of my eyes

Have you ever wondered why we can't have the fruit that grows for free, why we can't drink the water from streams for free, why we can't eat the meat we breed for free, or even use the electricity we generate from wind or the sun for free. Have you ever wondered we are all slaves to a higher power made to work for money thats worthless to keep us controlled, our children made to learn things to keep them on a string. And If you dare take a peace of fruit or drink water or borrow some power for free you will be none as a thief and locked up. And not for free! We as people have become so blind, we are made to fight each other, hate each other , when we should be standing together and loving each other. We have become so afraid to stand up, because when we do stand together for our freedom of speech they pepper spray us, hose us to keep us controlled.  We're all living a lie. If you don't see this its because you are controlled and made to believe this is freedom. Through my eye's- Your phone is controlling your privacy. Through my eyes. Your tv is making you think what is right. Through my eyes. we've paid our taxes to pay for our rights. Through my eyes. We're nothing more then human stock, fuel to run this world for the higher power. Scary as it sounds, its to late to fight for change. You will vote-for the same. you will think you're free-but not. you will think you made a change-but the same 98% of you will not open your eyes. Just remember for near future to stand together , this is the story of my eyes 

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Jason Brown

When men wished to imbue themselves with the power of the gods...they created money.

This is a forceful and impassioned polemic.

Welcome to Cosmofunnel.

J ;)

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