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I Still Dare To Have A Dream
I live a world of despair. A world, where everything seems not to be played fair. Where being righteous is not to care, for your loving family and other individual welfare. A world where the scent of innocent blood mix with many other sins is fresh air. Where smart are consider fools and what is considered cool, are people who use others as tools. A world where men are glamorous women. Where the reason god create a woman is long forgotten. A world where people don’t fight for what they believe. Where people don’t fight for their dreams, for their destiny, for their family and for them to succeed I live in a world called Earth, the evil-utopia. The world of pain, A world vain. A world where people have no more feelings, no more memories it seems.

But despite of all this tragedy, I still believe. I still dare to have a dream, A dream of this utopia. A world free of actus reus and men rea. Where pain is missing And sins are no more existing. Yes, I still dare to have a dream Of this perfect world. The imaginary world.

Honheings: The Great Being of Honor
Honheings: The Great Being of Honor

Once upon a time, in the distant past when heroes walked the lands, when all men spoke of honor and lived by their words; a being of great renown would go from edge of the universe to the heavens and sang of men deeds. He was the great master of words and songs, known by many names, but never the one its unknown parents gave him. Its teachings were called the DikaiosOm code of honor: the honor code of all righteous man. Visions of splendor and great feats of arms were conjured by the magic in his voice: the extraordinary being who code of honor was exalted and extremely considered by all the kings of the north and all the queens of the south. But after centuries pass, jealousy grew among many men for the love and the affection that kings and queens were given to Honheings; this great being of honor. After a few more years, mankind had their own honor code, and days were darkening now with few men of the hills to sit and listen to Honheings. Honheings was sad that men have chosen the shortest path that brings to perdition and no matter how men’s heart would manifest evilness, he still sang of men smallest good deeds. Thus, in 600 B.C after the great kingdoms of the north bringing mankind together were in decline, men actions made no more sense and Honheings decided to stoop speaking of men’s deeds. Grey with age, he struggled to live among men’s evilness for just a few more years and before a blink of an eye, he disappear off of a the surface of Earth leaving us only with his poems, the DiakaiosOm code of honor and only reappearing after every 100 years to look for righteous man, which live by the DikaiosOm code of honor, to speak of their deeds and bring upon them peace and wealth.