Time and time again has the neartest biodegradable expose on the human rights issues of Santa Fe cause ilimitable dominion over the supression of faith. Whereas Paxo Romano continues to be the thread of deviation amongst critics, few have found the inner workings to be of a moral thought. Yet within the linear complex of Rome's aggressive stance on the Barbaric nature of human disposition, it has come to no astonishment that the agricultural revolution has survived. Forthright in its nature, the tendencies of bagel consuming, "you know whos" have continually fought, without success, against the pallatable promiscuity of the "you know".
Romano Paxo, as Castor once said within the "Iliad" is the heart of the city, without condeming those prisoners who have strived to achieve what we all know is impossible. As Plato once put it "the pretentious nature of the probabilities within the scientific scope of humanity lays, without question, under the sands of the colliseum". Plato, having perished in the fire of Rome could not have said it better. While the agricultural revolution will never cease to cease, it's ending is definate, non contradictory, sentence, my name is Walken, yes.
As it may be the Iliad, or the infamous "Marquis De Sade", some may be content with what shows, whereas some will continual search for the truth, the end, the light. I was once told to end an essay with a few of my own words, but why say it when it has already been said by someone else. In the winter of 2015, when Rome was burning and the sun was high in the sky, Boagrius writes "Rome mighty Rome, with your arches never ending, I may see the end of our glorious day, but not of the day of the agricultural revolution. For while we are all shadows and dust, it is not the proverbial mess that is mankind, but rather the fields of glory by which all men are equal".