We all have these little battles with people. A disagreement with a co-worker or a problem with a neighbor. A property line dispute. An argument over who didn’t put the lid back on the toothpaste. Who has the right of way at the corner.
In my life at this time the arguments and disputes were on a much higher level. The violations of personal self were even worse. I could deal with the surveillance although it was unnecessary and most certainly unfounded. The atrocities actually came from law enforcement in a much more personal, long reaching covert tactic.
“THESE ARE THE SOLILQUY OF LITTLE WARS”
Passionate pretenders of pointless prowess, wage power pageants in the pretense of justice and religious persecution.
Magical potions are preludes to prolific prophets who praise the passionate pretenders in their psychotic power pursuits.
The pivotal points of the promising future are placid plateaus of pretend protectiveness.
The pointless pretenders in power promise peace.
Predictably the peaches parish into the pitfalls of the power pageant.
The people persecuted, pitifully pray for peace, and the prolific prophet preaches on.
These practices presumably protect the pupils from persecution, and presumptuously promise peace, in the soliloquy of little wars.