Within my bare limitations, I rest weak, alone, and helpless. At the genesis of my objectives lies a motive for global consensus. For, I hold no substantial power but that of the hands I was granted, by which I stroke this paint on paper to color words of my intentions. And yet - In these …
Is it a result of my own actions, the consequences of which remain unbeknownst to me that I live in this quintessentiality? My luck, not to be reckoned with - For it continues to beckon my patience - Its tolerance degenerating, and my threshold for it is shaken, as I persist through this reality. In …
Sad, little red stain So isolated it remains. What a pity, The hole it dug itself. The irony that the power they wish to consume, would be what leads To Russia’s lonely doom.
Ahka Rhash 