The men in suits Have shown no colour Lest the grey and black hues of their attire Perhaps, the suits are their armour, And their monies? The weapons. And yet, No matter how flimsy their armour, No matter how unbiased their colour scheme Theirs is the most potent weapon. Money. The sole dictator of life, … Continue reading Volume II: Exodus.
'Twas a quiet day in the town. The townsfolk went about their daily routine; their routine their life. Seldom did they ever wonder about what one man thought about their local sporting establishment, and it's ventures. Today was no different. Unbeknownst to them, however, that one man sought to make them wonder more. And wonder … Continue reading Genesis