Random Sin

In pinnate physicals, the thing, moves like a stark terror savagely. A primal fear takes over, because dead don’t speak. The bullet had passed through chest. Mutiny of dumb dandelions, lipless voices in the sea of madness. Search for a missing truth begins. The mass grave contains the dried bones of renegades. You remember the promise ? Who said we will end the war ? Listen, he bows his head, before the trespassing starts to kidnap the bed. Jealousy kills the snakes. SATISH VERMA