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I once heard of  an old man who lived in a faraway land.He built his castle on a hill so that he could keep still.He had a  great herd of cattle and vast acres of mountainous land surrounded by the crystal blue sea with big  ships and tiny boats prowling about.

One day the old man had a vision to cultivate  some of the deserted land so he
went in-search of skilled workers to expand his visionary castle. He appointed overseers,lawyers, board of directors and doctors and they worked day and night  to keep the old man's dream alive.The land breeds clean fresh air,  plenty fish and natural honey, succulent fruits and red wine to appease ones unbearable appetite.

I have been searching for that distant land to find a place where I belong
But as soon as I anchored down I discovered evil and dishonesty  all around.
Thieves, scammers,   dealers and impersonators masquerading as intelligence officers walking up and down the mountainous  corridors with make shift stair ways and rooms  specially built with outlets underground filled with special equipment precious gold and expensive merchandise  stock above the heightened ceiling singing loud and strumming guitars.

Droves of cow marching along grazing in the fertile land with thick blades of grass standing tall above them as big submarines floats deeply below.

Herds of sheep strolling  around uttering dark bleating sounds while the shepherd boy with a formidable frown  creeps slowly behind them with his metal whip occasionally smacking it to the ground. Strange people walking about with perplexing odor familiar with mountain culture. 

Taxi  prowls miserably  about day and  night without a single passenger inside 
Children living with fake  mothers and fathers used only as front to cover up their dangerous guns.

Perverted mighty men with sophisticated body language pulled  their curtains wide open. While  a half naked slut adorn in artificial eye lashes sitting on the opposite side open her legs on a big red sofa with a child standing in the foreground reciting a verse while she quietly seduced  them in plain sight.

A sudden rage sprung up inside  and my blood began to boil as I  contemplate this shameful act unfolding in front of my watery eyes. I darted outside in the freezing cold seeking comfort for my battered soul and without warning a ferocious wind hurled around me almost lifting me off my feet.
The savior must have heard my plea
But gravity kept me alive on this scandalous ground.
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