You scored victory and took up the pen’s shovel.
Strokes move earth to migrate problems into trenches.
Bury it and patch over it with rosery:
the beautification of misery.
What a stunning scene you’d never portray;
a display that great lengths would never be provided to.
The loser reads the history in upturned soil.
Fables are only the imagination of separate souls.
One size fits all fails to fit all
once minds break out of the reign of normalcy.
Fantasy is the wish of the defeated after checking the pages,
realizing the placement or lack thereof,
persuaded to obey the conquistador.
Change of the language or cut off the tongue.
Lost sway with a nature’s touch.
Full dependency on the nurture.
This is the best that could be discovered.