That bastard swagger Brings her to her knees, just like Every other time.
The deluded find Delight in devastation; The lucid bring light.
Tread lightly lest you Rouse the ire of our own Ready made lynch mob.
I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social
They don’t want you To know how much you frighten Them, so don’t stop
Let me put it this way: if I told you that a 30 year veteran off the Chicago Police Department had shot himself in the