ChasityArcherkiller

Delusion becomes me it echoes with the listless duty of confining me within the horrid tyranny of my own fiction. There will be no coup no revolution nor rebellion no cries for reality nor exuberance of freedom only the echoes of duty. The monotonous drown of forgeries, atrocities, and apologies, the dying screams of impoverished souls of fancy and fantasy, the rapacious shouts of fallacious joy over the births of new yet lovely children of fate and belief, more loudly the gunfire these shouts are meant to cloud horribly loud in themselves though they quiet some of the screams, and finally the repetition of my own whispers ,my own words,