An irreverent prose of problematic vain...A disruptive proponent that drives me insain. An inconsequential
sojourn that forever seems frayed...Conflict compiles at every distant juncture.
An arrow through the heart that feels like a puncture.

We have come this far as to fail would indeed be shuddersome...

The skipper has led us astray....We have lost interest in his public display.
A no name nincompoop of frivolous
design embarks on a crossroads of impeccable decline.
A washed up naysayer who is dimwitted with glee. A coward crusader who's eyes can not see.
Throw him to the marauders and let us move quickly.