Once upon a Time,
in a place far away
but recent,
the Queens of collusion, sat, frosted and dark at heart,
well hid behind their Kings of goat.

Within the confines of their [t]treasonous set,
poisons were made. secrecy provision edicts, The Patriot Act:
It was to be a happier time. It was to be a place understood.
In simple terms.

Truths were to be decided by decree and agreed
by risk of forceable injection if not.[HALDOL].
[You are either with us, or with the terrorists:Bush]
The Queens, their deviant elites and cocaine snorters of Wall street
watched the houses crumble. Laughing at the tales of Veterans dying in terrible circumstances,
laid
the charges
in the great towers to bring them down.

Dual citizens approach. Horsemen scatter. They carry death.
Politics.
In the dreams of Kansas, Dorothy's brothers fly the predator drones and in the hills of Columbine ordinance is made by Grandmothers' careful hands,
To kill the wood gatherers children of the Swat.
This is deemed normal behavior. To kill children by remote control.
to detonate the towers.
normal

Just for now. All will be better.