Fairie Tales - Cinderella - Fathom, Count
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Not for the easily offended! Cinderella is a belle we've heard of oft before. Her fairie tale is canon, vital, some would say the core. Beautiful, and moral too, an orphan, maid, and more. Her perfect victim nature only serves to make me snore.¿¿ Ella, lass, look what they've done to gussy up your name. And now you're on the poster and they've painted you in fame. You're helpless on your own, they say, forlorn, polite and tame. Seeing what they've done to you I'm filled with nought but shame. I'll admit that Ella has some etiquette and grace. They compliment her figure well, below a pretty…mehr

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Not for the easily offended! Cinderella is a belle we've heard of oft before. Her fairie tale is canon, vital, some would say the core. Beautiful, and moral too, an orphan, maid, and more. Her perfect victim nature only serves to make me snore.¿¿ Ella, lass, look what they've done to gussy up your name. And now you're on the poster and they've painted you in fame. You're helpless on your own, they say, forlorn, polite and tame. Seeing what they've done to you I'm filled with nought but shame. I'll admit that Ella has some etiquette and grace. They compliment her figure well, below a pretty face. But a model for behaviour? No! A martyr we embrace? Fortune comes to rescue you and deck you out in lace? I'm glad I'm here to tell you all that that's just not the case. Ella's coming back today to take her rightful place. She endured a childhood cursed by Nuck's own bony touch, and you're telling me a girl like that requires a fairie crutch? A deal she makes, a bargain, compact, treaty, an accord. Fairies play in harmony to Cinderella's chord. An Ella independent rises now to be adored. In tune she is with fate. Let revenge be her reward.
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Many there are who, if they dared, would like my face to smack. A few in there would go too far and wish my skull would crack. They would say I earned as much, for morals I do lack. What can I do? Fed a diet from the world of blatant, brazen sin, my arteries are restricted by a sturdy moral plaque.But I'm not some kind of cruel and heartless psycho maniac. Most of my life was dull enough, I stayed upon the tracks. Little I had to carry round, it would barely fill a sack. Worry I did, most of the time, of the shirt upon my back. Would I lose it suddenly to fate's unseen attack?I haven't lived to please the hoard, they're fickle and they're vain, behaviours well established in a world that's gone insane. I feel I live upon a very different moral plane. Simple are my principles, easy to attain. Let others do as they will do, so long as they won't cause pain. It's politic to join the crowd upon their moral train, and fit in just as best you can where puritans do reign. Please excuse me, I'm not going there, I think I will abstain. I like the colours in the world, I find just white arcane. I want a world of freedom. In this there's much to gain.