I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

It's Disgraceful How These Humans Blame The Gods. They Say Their Tribulations Come From Us, When They Themselves, Through Their Own Foolishness, Bring Hardships Which Are Not Decreed By Fate.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

We All Scribble Poetry.

It's About Time Trees Were Good For Something, Instead Of Just Standing There Like Jerks!