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Today the eye is focused on his purpose thus to die. The ruling factor is blasé rude and indifferent. They make the individual feel even less a part of group and the group becomes a whirling vortex of hatred as a murder comes to rule there minds for all the world a Banker with his thumbs in his lapel and his cigar makes no long ashes as he puffs his way to Hell. They have it all Technolgly ruling all the systematic thiefs. A Man must learn He is just unwanted grief. He is just worthless sleep to them that never ever rest but always have the noise afforded them while eye must struggle on my own NO NUMBER and no home. Make it shorter Make it longer make it speak a different cry we are not no longer supporting such as eye.
