In spite of the silence that is carefully sustained,
it is by no means any indication of weakness.
Cyanide-laced words, Venom-clad looks,
Some are just wont to being the agent orange,
oozing with acrid juiciness,
dripping with fungal-induced pretentiousness,
pandering to pretentious politicking.
Oh, that self-righteous feeling... How addictive it is, when you are yourself, oblivious.
Hold on tight, you must endure.
Hold tightly on, you must be patient.
He is the Judge over all things.
