(The Suspicious Oracle shifts in their booth, then stands from the table to sway into the light. They sweep the dust from their clothes and flash a smile.)
It's been noted. Oh, my observation is go. Perceptive circuits caught the web where it stretches overhead.
Words, words, words, beautiful pontifications Words, words, words eloquent romanticisms of the empathy empty. n. devoid
(The Suspicious Oracle removes a bill from their coat and presents it to the audience.)
In blood these names list the elite who seem to herd together, and at the gate keep the risen. . . . .clean
The searing ray of justice past due will melt the chains save freedom for the few