by: Wang Dong Asphalt
So few are the wise owl eyes, seeing through this thicket of lies upon lies, in this cold dark night, when the truth is like a ghost, ever blurred and evasive, as we so few peer intently, into that darkness encroaching, with death fast approaching, wondering with trepidation, who will carry the flame, once we few are deleted, from the here and now, and will those so depleted, simply fear and bow?
Fracked Facts cause Fiction Friction 