An chaos erupted in the mind of the corrupted don’t interrupt him while he pours his gin.
Sitting back in the back seat acting as if he’s napping forgetting that he never sleeps they were speechless!
As he witnessed the setup taking place in the face of the blaze of rage with steel being pulled out the babies car seat then discharging.
I beg your pardon! He said… So they put gloves on instead hoping out of the car spinning lead like they were weaving spider webs.
Being a mastermind was his only crime seeking the death penalty in many. Perfectionist… After they emptied out their easy bake ovens peeling muffins knocking blue berries out disgusted.
The napping man that wasn’t watched it all from the back seat of the car like a hollywood star. Hands never getting dirty as hand sanitizer was his number one endorser.
Now what he sees he’s seen since a bean now a grown stalk that produces a dark art immune to violence of the highest capacity. Loaded magazines sounding off the forth of July. No lie! More truth than the story of sojourner truth. Was a victim… Truth! Of a broken system… Truth! See… You can’t blame him or play him for he is the silent commander of Well organized soldiers. Turning pebbles into boulders. Don’t forget what I told ya. The mastermind always faked his or her slumber so please don’t end up a number. Just listen and pay close attention. Henchmen, tension, realizing his mentions and intentions on being missing but visually visible.
All eyes on the quiet ones…
Notice that the ones with their tongues out always speak the loudest…