No man is good. Many are admirable. Onto an alphabet of beliefs and substructures built upon the blood of all nations and faiths. Pressing the flesh of the horrific, the humble, the broken of no use beautiful. Quotes of those who go before, during and after. Reworking the words of a scavenger language, bower bird of English.
Servitude in maintenance of the recordings of truth so that one plus one can no longer equal two. The toppling idols of pointlessness mocking a piece of wood dented with nails. Under love a nation das ist über alles. Virtual agreements accuse racism when death and hatred does not see the colour of ones skin. Why write about all the wrongs? X. Yelling to fit in silent whispers of truth. Zealots claiming a God that is too large to be anyone’s.