Anxious of this will within beating hearts, the howls within hollow craven speak to the fears in one’s mind! in due time. Beseech by those very same thoughts that will deny your eyes to see, but not me.
The stains of tears left upon the faces of those who will not share the bounty of this land, those empty hands. Casting doubts on the will of the righteous, who will turn away from making that stand! the cost of the plan.
Musings is their collective authoritatively accommodating acceptance, this jargon so masterfully managed for manipulation, it’s an abomination, I serve this not of a need for meddling in lives of others that could be sweeter, I am my brother’s keeper.