Four, the number of their guardian angels, is also the number of those who died. They shot one in her neck. She fell on to the ground. The protector of peace sent his

That taste of condemnation, the one where I do not know what encompasses wrong, that embitters the tongue like salted rust; corrosive and darkened against pale lies. Snow-white, that which

They stormed the building, but no one stopped them, bent on the lies their leader keeps on feeding them, as they reeked with determination to overturn the results. No one

Oh, for what is a true patriot anyway? Ye who is too hateful to concede defeat, too thuggish to deserve democracy too blind to the sufferings too busy gerrymandering too

Riveting riots. Riveting rage. Let’s fight for our FREE- and Not for our DOOM! By Jayson Escalante @JaysonDangerous