The constructive criticism of a carnivorous conjecture.
Upon the moon that has been gazing, I place my hand across the chair. Could this be madness, or love that has brought agitation?
Does it sit upon a square? Can you bend a platitude of forgiveness?
I do apologize, but the moon has brought misery. We shall feast no longer for a while, she is a bitter and resentful God.
Please, while you are here, do hear my plea. This dark and dank stone that you do call execution block; shall witness and observe my last breath.
Take heed, I am working my way to home.