walking into a hornet’s nest, confronted with nothing with deceit divine wrath. i will pull out all the stops on the grounds of cupboard love destined to fall by the wayside and/or derelict in due course left to fend for itself, some people swear it stinks to high heaven. sin leads to separation, wrong-deeds are a no go and until the tables turn, i get to sink my teeth into you. should take the rains of that stained heart be devoured by the scavengers in disguise, even when the world seemed to slip the time: i tore away from the hell to pay what i made the call. darling, remember us? when you dealt the blow just because to throw off course, what gave you the impetus to do that?