Stark-raving evidence. Plaid arrogance and golden allegiance to heart’s yearning. Consume at any cost, including those acts resembling public service. Clamor and shout to have your signs imprinted upon the youth and elderly. Be to them what they never were for you.

Innocence unavailable and twice-less desired. Making a menagerie of paradise. Quickly posting equations as gang signs of the higher races. Perhaps they will never see inside the Faberge shroud. To the cloud of poison gases that have tainted hearts and mind?

Hoboken heralds of majesty and grace. Seated among the willing and absent. Into forgotten surnames we amble for connection to the Divine. In nature, in truth and in Spirit. No supporting argument necessary. We trod toward the dawn of eternity’s call upon mankind.

Cannot befriend the dark. No surplus or support for the river of wickedness that seeks division and destruction. A body is not prideful but looks to its own health before presumptive discussion of the faults of others. After all what is projection when positive?

This is no travesty or crusade of the victims in vulnerability. The joy of dancing when there remains nothing but joy to celebrate. Hope is the treasure of humanity. Kindness and love expression of that optimistic resolve. Into fate and circumstance we brandish the flag and torch of eternal light.

Calamity, chaos and embrace of the shadow. It fails to go unnoticed but loses the authority and shameful fear of its calling as tomorrow shall come regardless of false promise. Truth shall be spoken and wielded by those who have faith in that which endurance holds dear.