Choice is overridden by necessity in chaotic times of desperation. But heed the battle drum that pleads no mercy, for the fight is the Jester’s pleasure! Peace reigns in defiance of the state of dispondent exclusion of trepid mortality, bleeding the moral fiber of transgression’s folly. The state of rest is complicated by inertia’s plight, the dogma of diplomacy is a mask worn indifferent to tears in the subliminally fractured subconscious. The fight is the curse. Win, lose, draw. I slander my christening, my passing to the true manifesto, that realm I transitioned, formed in an un-paradoxical medium, a helix undertow, the restitution for crimes, for notions of heresy to the dragon’s larceny! Peace overshadows the tranquil lake for the respondents’ qualification. But restless refusal to assist the moments bliss terminates the savor, and the raging torrent of inherent retribution spills over the dam of mortal destruction. – Sinz
