It would appear unjust , this trident hemisphere’s mangled misleadings,
the crap shoot destiny parlances, the grim defeatist social framing,
the intricate detailed manipulations of contrived guilt,
the hash slinging orator’s tangents that tinge the waters
and recreate the fallen archangel’s testimonial wrath.
The spirited offerings of halo’d virtue regress in empathetic
reluctance to battle nature’s solution to misguided
conceptions of world order. This saturated circumference races to a
destiny unknown to all its travelers, yet the least lead the most in
untruths, in a rock scissors paper rational. So I collect my ruminations
and half truths and spin my compass.- Sinz