Sphere with in Content

I marvel presided at the yellow flee. At these thirst repugnant vipers, scornfully seeking the blood tips crafting there attributes with every remark, perplexed, comments ravishing upon the dire needs of the lesser fortunate, weak and thin. The suffocation vibrates my inner soul like the taste of bully’s innocent marking his revenge, bitter agony, a smile barbaric, confounded by a torture endured by an adolescent.

I am but an instrument, manipulated to transpire, coated like the chameleon, solidified in its surroundings. The eye see's all, luminescing in its scorched, boiled rage that the foul distasteful acts of these, these......abominable, monstrous, herds of despicable toxic beings flow like the fresh clear persistence of water.

A new will grow green, reformed, "shaped" like the xylem that nutritious itself. One day all will be well...