Faithfully brought forth, going into the desolate land of the generous minor’s who work tirelessly for their days wage. Blood pumps into the veins of the weightless canvas, that was motionless before a time where truth was motherless. Wardens eat from their trough of privilege, as he contemplate’s in wonderment for they cannot be sure it will end without brute mediation. Doing immeasurable harm, he scoffs the one’s who attempt to alter the plans made.
Contributor- Chris Ballenger