it was mundane to destroy a beautiful kingdom with the mere existence of those whose desires are daunting to a point (to draw the line at some point) and it is considered a sickness, it gnaws on thawing flesh and punctured through bones, leaving a line of homes to the flowering souls of love sick morons
their severe idiocy are issues needing of curative systematics, figurative speeches needing of a polish to shine, even dilated pupils of the remorseful is not in it for the morale thus they proceed to make decisions with a disgusting whine to the throats of their wielding ancestors
