What is it that makes people so keen to believe without sight?
In a world that bores so many stories, a generation could
recite even
The most lilliputian part— yet dare to inquire about the truth behind Columbus and your—
a Fraud— one who detests history as he was taught, because why think that his story is
any More than just that— a tale, a tall one, who's unremitting presence towers above the mind
of every Child that enters this system— learning about a history they have not witnessed: before they can comprehend the elements that make it up.
Kids are subject to scrutiny for using the same words as another as an account of Plagiarism— subject to placate the owner of words that were never his.
Teachers meant to teach us— instead perpetuate lies in order to conciliate Mann, the progenitor of a system designed to uniformly create—
machines.
We are told to be independent, yet taught as a monolithic unit designed To work for the system— an apparatus who will give its life for the advancement of a world
Whose face it doesn't even know. The ones who deviate, who deviate— cast aside as lunatics.
In a world that offers no proof, the loudest voices often drown out the truth.