Here is a small para I once wrote (kinda liked it) to explain the “plight” and trouble with a communist society! It could have been ANYONE with an ideology!
Read on and let me know what you think?
He was sad 5 years ago. Today he is dead. He was introduced to an intoxicant in his darkest hour. Soon the intoxicant was the only recourse in all hours of the day. It brought bliss in sadness.. and the bliss extended. The heart was corroding; the tongue slipping; and the voice breaking. But it was blissful. The pain of pain was miffed. He did not feel it. He was not supposed to.
Today the final hour came. His body could not take it any longer. It had decayed. But he did not know. He was too blissful. He is gone now. But it was good .. bliss .. while it lasted. Ask his friends. They carry the bottle of bliss on from him. The coroner is anxious.
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