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I had that dream again, where all civilization brakes down over many many years. information is lost, burnt, abused and miss understood in the aftermath a tatted old book was found sparking unimagenable interest. as society began to blossom once again people took in what the read and educated others form the writings untill people idolized these beliefs. by this time no one was around to say "hey this is popycock! a fictitious load of old popy cock! no more than an old time story". So people evrywhere dedicated there lifes to finding there Prophet.
Maybe what my minds trying to say is: its funny how history repeats it's self!?
Maybe what my minds trying to say is: its funny how history repeats it's self!?