And it came, November.
The third time he asked a favor...
prophets and sages are all swimming in the dark...
what is in store for all of us...
crestal ball on my table
show me the future in my past...
you see what you want to see!
your spin dictates your narrative...
Blue balloons glint up in the sky,
Making us wonder why...
I know how to end,
The life of a mockingbird...
You can not cover
Who you really are, over...
A little breath of scandal,
And a pair of eager ears...
candle in the window
for the son of a widow...
I've killed a lady.
freed by the death of her...
Last candle light
He slowly pushed open the wooden door...
Isn't it funny how people panic
Over the trivial, the mundane...