My house is a living being with Tapestry and ornaments Abouding in every corner quick to look, quick to react, piercing to see.
The ticking of a clock is interrupted by the turning of the shower head, strings on a guitar or ringing of an alarm.
It's culture is conserved and religious whose guests can enter via the electronic.
Be weary of it's security whose metal bars are sure to promote.
It is but the death of freedom and peace.
It drains Vigor for security.
Feeding on life.
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