Force. Nothing. And naught prospers. Yet add the slightest amount of anything. Does everything seem to fall that much. Faster. The sacred walls it seems. Have paper like qualities. Without the writing. All the actions used for good. Only spurred the opposition. Riding at the coat tails of hope. Or so one would think. But it was only misfortune. Masquerading. Dazzling sight with flashy distractions. Reveling in each illusion campaigned. It would seem it's ploy was discovered some time ago. But not all parties were aware. Allowing the innocent means. To be fooled. The kind that make others feel sorry for. Because of how oblivious. One can truly be.