There was a time when every breath had a whiff of rancid.
and everything that was perceived seemed stuck in a state of corrupt.
and regardless of my intuition I made a choice to breach a gap.
and here my result; it's been elevated on a stake and placed outside well beyond the gates:
The severed head of one who mistook a closed book for a loaf of bread offered in kindness.
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