Is it enough to swear the OATH, the cloak and dagger episodic perplexion of sustained intrusion into matters of life and death, that annex the conditional boundaries of acrimony and beguilement, ingratiating the bearer of good tidings, only to find a foothold in rhe rocks that indemnify the millennium’s complexion, sordid and arcane. I will be the wily cat that peeks through the embers, scratches through the only tar roof shanty in the grace hovel city of booming skyscrapers, for the trial is erroneous. The true verdict is to the hungry dog, of which the meat is on the bone. The viper of justice will fall only when cast by the relentless storm into the sea of seasons, that which can never assuage the handle of the Servant. – Sinz
