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High Up by Justin Thomas Squires
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Heavens within reach.
All you have to do is cut your brother down, force his head beneath the cruel waters, use his ego as a stepping stool, to achieve greatness, power, sucess, and humanity. Do you have the strength? To sacrafice the child for the god. Deprive their minds before they're ripe. Spoil the fruit, bask in the stench, the stench of closed minds and open pocket books. Oh how aweful it smells. Will you conform? Turn your head away from the problems placed upon your lap? Feed upon the sweetened necter placed there to keep you content and unaware. Heaven's within reach my child, all you have to do is sacrafice the greatest gift of all, Yourself.
-Justin Thomas Squires
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