<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577300" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Modality of Evil</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hey, freedom, come back! <br>Poor freedom turns black.<br>Oh, freedom! Dear freedom! is under attack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish just this once I could take fear away.<br>I hope we'll soon see a more beautiful day.<br>Sensing a sick, saccharine despair, <br>I breathe in nothing but dusty, dead air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why am I crying? I choose to be alone.<br>This shroud of banality is never gone.<br>I do not consent to this hypocrisy.<br>But I guess I'll accept what I blindly see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This masochistic culture breeds our defeat.<br>With loathing and tears, we just stare at our feet.<br>Inside their greed asylum, they wait: <br>Planning escape before it's too late.<br> <br>Why do they quash any pure ideation? <br>Why do they keep destroying this foundation, <br>That was broken, that we rebuild every time? <br>No cause is given when one probes through their lies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why do we doubt any depraved things they've done? <br>Lost lives lay scattered, and it's only begun.<br>Seems it's our job to put it back right.<br>But what can be done without a fight? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear freedom, come back! <br>Poor freedom's turned black.<br>Oh, freedom! Our freedom! is under attack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shalyn+Stachmus">Shalyn Stachmus</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577300" data-title="The Modality of Evil de Shalyn Stachmus" data-description="Hey, freedom, come back! Poor freedom turns black. Oh, freedom! Dear freedom! is under attack. I wish just this once I could take fear away. I hope we'll soon see a more beautiful day. Sensing a sick, saccharine despair, I breathe in nothing bu..."></div> </div> </div>

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