
The Irony of tyranny when it twists the Seeds into artificial Needs and Creeds that no longer Bleed in this Dream.... just like Misery, Fear Loves Company..... Fists out and fury flaming at the brazen ones who question the Tunes and Tones of Destiny and write their own Story instead of living the Script of this Parody that is ripping thru the Stolen Streets in melodies of Deceit and Rinse&Repeat & Scrub the MeatSuit til its Raw, Sterilize each pair of Eye(I)s til the Desire to Rise begins to Fall. Copyright Charleen Johnston 8-2-20