amongst myself in a shell. Pleasing for bail to go home to this jail I call home. Told them there’s no sense in the extraordinary. Only bask in the great cause of the problematic. Off of sanctions and verbal relations amongst low-end kings. Fiends became the middle class escaping the bounty of the caste. oblivious makers creating dissimilarity. Marry we in the aid of the night. Peaceful offerings from the new majority. forward are we.