Poetic TRIANGULUM
The truth euphoric. So many candlelights and torches burning through the night. It's like the moon is taking footage of everything in sight invaded by the plague or personal elimination. Must be the same suspect science with a timeless vaccination. Nothing just simply disappears like they write in the books. Yet in the nation under God it overlooks all the crooks and I may not know enough it, but I am paying attention. The mind of rage