Fall my citizens!
Of the raptor’s incisors, and deadly claws, there is recourse in small intransigent doses! The lock’s iron doors, the levee’s unsworn banks, tell the lies of commensurate underdogs’ fortunes. The hierarchy of Triphoy, and Sophia’s lauded hyperbolic dissuasion of insouciant myths and admonishments to the faithless sub-heroic dalliances of deluded argonauts dissuades my colleagues’ vigor to fight. Yet I pursue the vulgar dismays of treachery with fortitude! To die the dog, to wretch the gut of iconoclastic rhetoric and infused lackluster syllogisms begs of me to align my perditions with the brass of Rubicone’s necktie. – Sinz