When the spoils of war are no longer lines on a map.

The mind, in chains or free, gone to the victor.

Could our fight be another layer of control?

No shill here, just a free thinker with a bone to pick or the illusion thereof.

With that said, I believe.

I believe because I don’t fancy anyone or anything to be this creative in their script.

There is a comfort to be found in this unlikely journey, in its randomness/chance - this makes me believe.

POTUS and Q, thank q ;)

p.s. this will be in the National Archives someday, kek

p.p.s. you are all special people. The power of positivity. Do you feel it? You’re alive and beautiful.