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𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲-𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟖 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐔 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. A tale was broken and disorganized...torn like the pages of a memoir. A man given a name can be given other titles by those who befriend him or loath him. Yet what holds the utmost importance is the flap of butterfly wings; everything could go right until a moment, which people knew should have happened, didn't. Is he the truth, or is he a liar? What could one possibly gain from a play that could fool even the director? The pieces are old and interesting but, the newer ones could be dismissed without care. Callous and loving, burning and cold. What shall she do when confronted by the truth? What will he do when he is confronted by another like him? The queen has a path to the king, but is the identity the truth or a lie? Did Black put White in check? Or did White put Black in check? The next move on the board is checkmate, you all know it too, but the question is. Who will lose? "Hey, want a massage?" 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜t
My song of Rebellion
