Hephaestus - Amphetamin
There was a butterfly, its wings tucked into the corners of a magic box. It couldn't pull its wings, it just stood there. They needed hope, they went and plucked the butterfly's wings. Because they needed hope for the sake of committing a murder. Hope was taken, but the butterfly was dead. How would the hope of a murder contribute to the world?
Humans killed the first butterfly created at the end of 24 hours. The butterflies were cursed that day, after that day the butterflies could only live for 24 hours.
Don't cry, butterfly. Don't cry. Because grief neither changes death nor that hope for which they kill you.
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An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind.
-Gandhi
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