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All colors of the rainbow are displayed across God's canvas during sunset. Red, orange, yellow, and even purple are thrown far above in the starry sky. Green, blue, red, orange, purple, and yellow are always present below the horizon, adding character to everything in existence. It is one of the miracles birthed by Mother Nature, and yet I would never get to see it.
Now, I can only read about it in the treasures of literature ever since our people took over. Unfortunately, the most valuable jems of our world- such as Shakespeare and Poe- are to never be experienced again. They, amongst many other authors, were burned by the rulers of the new world. They said that these men and women were the work of Satan, spreading diseases such as temptation and lust.
Fortunately for us, a secret order called the Life Keepers were able to save a quarter of a million of these wonderful stories. Sadly though, even 250,000,000 books can't hold a candle to what one was.
A few years ago, the new rulers threw a coup d'etat and took over every country in the world. These horrid men dictated everyone and forced us underground, claiming that the worldly pleasure we experienced daily were actually sins and that we must repel them immediately.
Naturally, there was a rebel.
However, these rulers had planned this for many a year, so their army was much greater than ours.
So, leaving thousands of dreams and hopes in our wake, the entire society was forced underground. And ever since, we've been stuck down here, suffering an existence much worse than death a thousand times over.

More to come.

L<3ve.

Love is that eternal being. It's the trait of life everyone loves to hate. The only feeling that inspires and destroys. A ridiculous feeling, yet one of the greatest. Most people want but one thing in life: to love and be loved in return. Unfortunately, much pain and suffering comes with that feeling.
I yearn to rant of these mindless matters, yet I refuse. For if I do, then all logic will have disappeared from this blog. Unfortunately, I fear that if I don't get my feelings out, then I will be filled to the brim with melancholy. For now, I shall swallow these treacherous thoughts, despite the risks that surface.