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I am Chritian Planke, and I'm here to ask u a question. Is a man not intitled to the sweat of his brow. No said the man in Washigton, it belongs to the poor; no said the man in the Vadicant, it belongs to God; NO said the man in Mascow, it belongs to the poor. I rejected those answers; I choose something different; I choose the impossible; I choose, Rapture.
Where the art cannot feel the constraint of the public; where the scientist cannot be bound by petty morralities; where the great could not be constrained by the small; but from the sweat of YOUR brow, Rapture can become your city.
- All good things of this earth flow into this city.
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