Sandbox Stories
The Time of the Assassins: The Death of Poetry
Words have no value. Poetry is dead. There is no room for poetry in progress. We are gluttons that feed on words embedded in lies. It is truly the time of the word assassin.
Words have no value. Poetry is dead. There is no room for poetry in progress. We are gluttons that feed on words embedded in lies. It is truly the time of the word assassin.