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Revolution

May 7, 2013
By Kaitia SILVER, New Canaan, Connecticut
Kaitia SILVER, New Canaan, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
“We are the people of the book. We love our books. We fill our houses with books. We treasure books we inherit from our parents, and we cherish the idea of passing those books on to our children. Indeed, how many of us started reading with a beloved book that belonged to one of our parents? We force worthy books on our friends, and we insist that they read them. We even feel a weird kinship for the people we see on buses or airplanes reading our books, the books that we claim. If anyone tries to take away our books—some oppressive government, some censor gone off the rails—we would defend them with everything that we have. We know our tribespeople when we visit their homes because every wall is lined with books. There are teetering piles of books beside the bed and on the floor; there are masses of swollen paperbacks in the bathroom. Our books are us. They are our outboard memory banks and they contain the moral, intellectual, and imaginative influences that make us the people we are today.”
― Cory Doctorow

"The heart wants what it wants. There's no logic to those things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that's that."-Woody Allen

"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view - until you climb into his skin and walk around in it"-To Kill A Mockingbird

"We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same."-Anne Frank

"Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home"-Gwendolyn Brooks


They utter false accusations, words inked onto the souls of misguided sleepwalkers
Claiming my cloak, my veil of hypnosis, a subconscious dreamland
Fostered crimes against humanity. But those not under my sweet ecstasy are only talkers
Foreign to the thought of action with such a bitter sense of narcissism, a kind of hypocrite brand.

Unknowing are people of daylight because those they place on pedestals are taught
Corruption comes with wielding power
Those called the thinkers have not thought a single thought
And the sinners are the architects of the church tower, waiting for their final hour

The cynical insomniacs and the discarded hush the voices in their heads, losing sanity

A twisted sister to reality. The majority governed by minority,
Whispers profanities into the guilty light, Hemera and her followers poisoned by vanity
The disillusioned, poor souls bestowed with illness in day, escape with me from the authority

So this is anarchy, those living in the parallel are living in a paradox. Band of brothers,
Swear by the moon and live under the stars, a revolution is coming , much darker than the others


The author's comments:
Through the perspective of Nyx the Goddess of Night

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