At the party they all gathered on the day of the sixth (6th). singing their songs, and all were bewitched. chanting, talking, laughing, and dancing, playing the game of tarro, like praising unto a a false pharoah with the weeje board. They are all frauds!..speaking ill of those whom are oppress, by their evil successs and wicked system of "things." they do enjoy what they share, no remorse do they bare, and they are well aware of the unfairness that they impose upon the people. They will our surroundings overpowered with fear, thus alter our thoughts, that evil is near. The pristine truth is all well kept, his historical lies left to accept, and the thought of war left on his breath. Alas! Alas! the evil ones's quest. The people are unaware of his subliminal test. Suddenly he appears and pissed on the floor and triumphantly declared "This is War!" I too have a job to do, I only beckoned you and you happily came, am I to blame?" So Nigh, you all shall die for playing my diabolical game." With a sudden silence the great alliance "hushed" to the quick slam of the door, as "Draco" the horned one exited once more, as all heard the sound of a stick-pin dropping on to the pentagram engraved into the red marbel floor. Wer're not at war with human beings, but unusual things. Principalities, rulers and Kings. Princes of darkness those on high places, Monsters of the mind, with human faces.