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This is not a myth, but the reasoning was based in a Myth.
Hint: Twisted Old Testament Myth

They believed that women were a threat and hid special powers in their hair.
The Inquisistors James Sprenger and Henry Kramer and the book that came into print and what had became the standard witch-hunter's manuel, the 'Malleus Maleficarum' (The Hammer of Witches). It surveyed the literature of demonology and witchcraft and suggested guidelines for prosecutors.
Sprenger and Kramer were aware that torturing a witch was dangerous work, and provided their students safety tips. It is necessary for instance, to strip the witch naked and shave the hair "from every part of her body." This was because witches "in order to preserve their power of silence …..are in the habit of hiding some superstitious object in their clothes or in their hair, or even in the most secret parts of their bodies, which must not be named. During his probing search the inquisitor must be watchful not only for demonic charms but for "witches marks," that is, for any physical blemishes that have been place there by the Devil. Thus any birthmark, wart or mole might provide him with damning evidence of a satanic pact.
This lend on the other means of torture like pricking to get them to confess. Very sad as well as disgusting.
One of the passages that was used from the Bible is in Exodus 22:18: "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live" .
Started back in 1484 December 9 by Pope Innocent VIII when the Bull Summis desiderantibus was issued, approving a promt move by two German inquisitors, Sprenger and Kramer, against a horrific list satanic crimes, that began in Northern Germany.

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expedition
now,it is time to take a glimpse on their hometown.
their hometown,a ravishing county located in southern England,evolved from a borough of southern England on the English Channel opposite the Isle of Wight,Chartered in 1194,after centeries of urban sprawl and distention in demography,it devoloped into a city of 187,900 at 2001 census. in 18centries, profitting from aggressive corporations epitomized by East Indian company, its sea transportation flourished. Simon's father,was runing this business in this seaport———– Poutsmouth
2 years ago
"I won't accord with you absolutely!" A middle aged man snarled in parlor. Alexander,Simon's father,was a dictator in household with protuberant belly,his paunchy stature brought him great prestige and authority. in adjacency,a boy(Freddie)of deference with a downcast eyesight clenched his fists and lip in mute. Standing sideward,a florid noblewoman with equanimity hearkened to his husband who was really peeved.
an adolescent,seemed enraged also,counterpunched athrill:"that is my choice!not yours!"
"perhaps he can pick up commerce trade after he graduated"the noblewoman broken in.
"abeyance often adumbrate never,I would never expect a roc's egg. " Alexander was adament.
suddenly,the doorbell rang. after Freddie open it,a strapping old man with mink coat and marten hat step in. thought he snuffed tension,he butted in:"I really got something big to confide with".
with a sigh,Alexander lull himself:"lock him in his tiny cabin. leave him reflecting. Freddie,spy on him".
shelved this touchy topic,Simon be back in his cabin escorted by Freddie. then he plunged into mattress,beried his head into quilt,tried to be isolated. several minutes later, mother came in. with great femininity,she squeezed his hands:"my son,as your mother. I was obliged to acquaint you with your accountability for TINDER company and our lineage inherited from ancestor. I do quite understand it's torturous to abjure your favor also. I accede to your pursuit,if your really find your dream,and adhere to what you opine is right,I will take your side!"
juvenile was a phase that abominated anyone who admonish him. this willful malcontent need to be humoured and respected. thus,Simon felt much better now.
Edgar was the elder sibling of Alexander,running an ocean shiping firm also. they were adversary in business,but steadfast brotherhood. in sanctum,Edgar slurred :"we got a situation here,recent audit in ledger wasn't tally with officer side. custom detained our freight,somehow the office collators malingered in our inquiries. I mean,perhaps it foreshowed something baleful was impending. "
"do you imply someone stymie our transaction!" .
Edgar shruged: "far from easy,if retardment remain unsolved,the provisory clause stipulated loading inspection accordingly if we defer our delivery,we were behoved for indemnity,and rescind all our the contracts and debts with East India. I would feel someone dignitary pull wires?"
"maybe. . . !"
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when it was time for dinner,Simon devoured ravenously for tiff. in a awkward silence,Alexander converted his attitude without any portent:"I mean,if you stickle,I concede!"

Simon was the rarely fledgling who won his combat with stringent hierachical society. with his father's acquiescence after the conclave,he can set out for his dream aboveboard inspite of his solicitous kin.
but,now,this once vowed augustly cub end up in flunking out,it was really an vitriolic skit.
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still the moisty of twilight remains opacity,peddlers already got back to work. Simon and Freddie arrived in dockyard terminal. daily commute in agora showed indifference on their arrival. still they don’t mind,they just need to find their way home,and mom would catered to every need considerately.
but when they arrived the gate,they got an experience they would never preconceived.
with mitten and scarf peeped over the hinge,a tousy-hair mistress answered in throaty voice:"who are you asking?"
suppressed his amazement:"I am Simon,the son of this apartment's owner!"
"sorry,your mother impawned it to me!"then seemed try to liquidate her lien: interests accrued at a rate of 1. 2% and in all my count tells me your mother now own me 2546 pounds. "she couldn't articulated every syllable,seemed due to the rheum epidemic.
"there must be something wrong!is she left me any message?"
"uh,hold there. " she then delivered a new address.

in their hallway of new home,a middleaged tailoress was raptted in weaving at wooden stool,a skill hand snipped thrum in scissors craftily. not until the footsteps prompted her to raises her head,ecstasy pervaded her:"my son,it is so nice to meet you again!"
with great consternation,he spotted hi

Ever heard of subtlety? Your first paragraph is just fact upon fact upon fact upon fact, in writing facts don't matter, no one cares about the 2001 census whilst reading a book.

If you must insert facts have them subtly placed in your story, rather abstractly so that we can make up our minds about the facts, we don't want to be told them.

Secondly, you need to work on your grammar, capitalisation, full stops, commas, semi-colons, hyphens, colons, and many more, they're your friends, use them to your advantage, they can add to your story, not take away from it.

The overuse of large words is excessive and verging on annoying. Most people do not understand the meaning of all of these words. Your readers currently lack the ability to empathise or care about your characters. Apathetic readers are not good.

Some of this, however, does show promise, you have talent, but you are directing it in the wrong way, you need to re-evaluate your writing style, try more writing styles, read more, experiment with styles and literature and then come back.

In short – This shows promise, but it needs A LOT of work, just about everything in it needs re-written. Do keep writing, but try different styles.

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et America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed–
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the ***** bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek–
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the *****, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean–
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home–
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay–
Except the dream that's almost dead today.

O, let America be America again–
The land that never has been yet–
And yet must be–the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine–the poor man's, Indian's, *****'s, ME–
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose–
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath–
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain–
All, all the stretch of these great green states–
And make America again!

Langston Hughes was a black American poet who was most popular in the 1940s (when most of the Southern States were still segregated and many basic civil liberties were denied to black Americans).
The poem was originally written for a communist movement (the International Workers) which was campaigning for equal rights for people of color and the poor.
The poem points out that Americans have always said that they value freedom and equality, but in fact America was the last western country to abolish slavery and has a worse record on protecting the rights of the poor or racial minorities than most European countries. Hughes points out that people came from all over the world to found America, because they were trying to get away from oppression in their own country. But when they reached America they found oppression there too.
The poem is even more relevant today than sixty years ago when it was written.

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No cheating please ;) If you know the song, then don't spoil it.

Tell them all to chop me off
With left-hand scissors
Rusting when you're touched
On marble-covered mountains
You're the brimstone

Tell them all to chalk me out
With oval arms and
Hopscotch eyelids
On marble-covered mountains
You're my cargo

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