Underneath the guise of what or who could be commanding of a world so chaotic and twisted in a state so out of place.

When the health of those around and those who aren’t important in the eyes of the many mean nothing to those who control.

Step one to make it known, step two to prove the existence as the world slows, step three to bring the one who was mentioned, burnt to a halt as his consorts and lies begin to surface.

Neighbours beyond, those who watch and wait, thinking someone by now should be waking and seeing something is wrong.

There is a sour child in the whitest of homes.

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