It would appear unjust, this trident hemisphere’s mangled misleadings, the crapshoot destiny parlances, the grim defeatist social framing, the intricate detailed manipulations of contrived guilt, the hash slinging orators’ tangents that tinge the waters and recreate the fallen archangels’ testimonial wrath. The spirited offerings of haloed virtue regress in empathetic reluctance to battle natures 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 un truths, in a rock scissors paper rational. So I collect my ruminations and half truths and spin my compass. – Sinz
