Fort Nought
-Fort Nought-
Albeit the fire rising...They remained remorseless in the comfort of their characteristic shadows.
Slaughter.
A disgraced forethought. The days counting down the houses wretched sins.
Stripped clean of the titles. The magistrate.
Ignited in the lies, piling a top of a false name. A privilege to even speak.
Sentenced before themselves, the justified folk they believe to be.
Impending, a term so accustomed that the thought alone is considered a comfort.
Nought. No longer will said name bleed the treachery of a living falsehood.
Understand. Pity and mercy are things that have been given.
They are yet to find out...It can be so easily taken away.
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