chickens and the cost of empire come home to roost in the wreckage
malignant pallor of festering hate wafts o'er our once fertile plains
A site of lush warmth Became a trigger sending A chill up my spine
False Evidence Appearing Real
Start small Double down Repeat early Repeat often Lie like a rug Buy allegiance Bourne of panic False alarm Fear solidifies Then deliver the Coup de grace
In the future our garbage will be their treasure Our valuables will be the be bane of their existence.
A Scroll Threw Life 
Absolutely. Waiting for the gaslighting to kick in.
Hah. Gaslighting is immortal in it’s species, however perishable in it’s individuality. Just a matter of volume and viscosity. So it goes. 😔