Age of misrule

by Alanis   Jun 26, 2012


There is a place like no other. A place where the kings are
Poor and the peasants count their riches. Where the beautiful are
Cursed with undying jealousy and the ugly are blessed with beauty.
A place where they stare at the moon and ask for the sun. Where
No one is satisfied with his own belongings but of the belongings of others
Where is this place you ask? The Age of misrule

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