The ink runs dry. Imagination loses its grip on the mind’s eye. . .thoughts fade to a void. Censored thought is all we have left.. .listen to the Morality forces as they deride over personal freedoms. . .Take them all away. I don’t really need them anymore. . .Peace and freedom—what an old pair of crackbrained ideals. . .
Wondering who
the responsible parties
they take the blame
place blame on others
for all the decay