Every

Every moment that slaps one's conscious existence, could be a halting point or a jolting spring.

Each second, one can become the next sensational mass murdered or the insignificant peace embracer. Each instant is a life taker or a life giver and both coexist peacefully within the mundane human being.
Because the molecules have no rationality, just chemistry and physics laws, the oxygen atom will never try to retaliate the hydrogens counterparts. The rape was fusion… thus the water flows. Until frozen.

No, sometime it means, Yes. Life means death, and death represents life… the list of examples can go on but it's more than inutile for the one who desires to understand. All is true or false, good or bad… just the eye of the believer can tell and act it apart. It's in the packaging and, overall, in the Marketing. The letters have changed, the meaning and behavior remain.
It used to be called Propaganda but, it's a term accepted no more yet its meaning embraced evermore.

It was, yet no longer accepted. It is,thus soon will be a remembrance of a past that no one wants to
acknowledge it. An obtrusive cycle, whose rhythm resonates only from the ignorant bipeds, becoming their funeral march. How is it possible, then? Why do we tolerate this fetid existence? Why do we reason the unreasonable? Why do we enslave one another? It's beyond comprehension, yet demonstrable and pitiful… and you know it.

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