I am a Chicken in a Battery Cage full of Chickens. Thou art a Chicken in a Battery Cage full of Chickens. We may have beaks, but we've nothing to peck. We have our voice, but our Cries go unheard, Lost in the Sea of Cries. We have Eyes, but are never granted the opportunity to See something
worthwhile. We have Brains, but our Decisions are made for us by Force of Circumstance and our Free Will is rendered impotent. Our Instincts art said to be untrustworthy in a Culture that has developed a Constructed World so removed from Nature that our Instincts lead us astray in here. This makes
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