The blind leading the blind, is what they call it. The Whore leading the Holyman. A hierarchy exists here. All are judged, and all judge, though their claims suggest otherwise and the façade of tolerance is sustained as a shield from confrontation. We all know our place. We know who we're below, just as the people below us know they must stay there. Those who rise up against the powers are mainly silenced, though the recent and gradual growth of their success is aided by governments who fear their surprisingly uneducated but utterly opinionated people. The cycle will continue, and those of us who just want to live will continue to live and won't complain here nor there. The powers were voted in, so who are you to make challenges above your knowledge?
No, I don't go in for all that. Everybody can be everybody, and we'll be we. You hold your beliefs and we'll hold ours. They might differ, but we won't need to shout if you don't. Worried about that Whore, though, and the bad influences she might be absorbing, we write down our thoughts to a music. Listen, if you will, to our sounds, pretense and observations. Be free of that judgement we expect you'll bring, and give us the same chance our race gave when you came into the world, innocent and unseen, a first impression just waiting to be made.
Take care.
Member A
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