Tyb
Soon [theY] will be wailing as the wicked construct snaps like twigs.
A house built on lies can only hold for so long.
The foul stench of desperate fear is prevalent this noon.
Many of [theM] doubt their own “magik” , ruling by deception and leverage eventuality succumbs to truth and justice.
Fools
trillions gone, all gone
The Dragon is to die.