Tell me a story,
Watch how it grows and then dispels lies with clicking tones
Share for sharers and croppers of loot
The dust swirls and sticks to the air like glue
Yet nobody falls ill to the porosity of man-made viruses
However, in the deeps of warfare, comes the signal of coups
The ditziness of sudden fame catapult subjects to infinity.
Click Click Click Click.
The worthiness of valuables assigns blue wands that swagger the frame.
Where is the price for injustice when the search for justice can be threads of pampered dictation,
Shift the tale of two cities and make the third the combination of the two that shan’t be divided
Populate with mighty adherence to style of characters that can be converted to comedic folly
Differ to the drips of lesser known scribes and counter or enhance presence with jumbled bins of collectibles
Assuage the fear of invisibility with invisible queries to real life notables and note why their stance demands the assault of mobbed unknowns.
Cancel Attack Worship Align.
Cancel the notion of fair game and seek the allocated wealth of nothingness amidst the meaningful piles of neglect,
Attack the messengers with parcels of truths that self-destruct into confetti of blinding evidence of what receivers have wrought with influential poison
Worship the worshippers of throne-bearers that carry the legacy of polished filth as the banner of deployed weaponry
Align with futuristic stems of awareness that brutalizes the station of laborious hunting that tells the story.