Quell Our Squid
Conflict exudes grief. Reaper distributes war
night and day, his sharpest knife. It can be
unfathomable. Contemplating score truly
feels like drowning. Jug pouring dolor,
backhand slap, gut punch. We are his
inverse. Gentle travelers, dream outright
correction. We applaud humankind. Work
beautifully, prize dazzle, give life. Goodness
will acquire victory. Evil doesn’t know what
winning is.