Sense

Perfection is flexible. Ignorance is permanent. Exasperation prevails into silence, unacknowledged. Corrections are never thoroughly fulfilled, but overlooked by most, forgotten by many, and poorly upkept by few. Fear is tangible, passion is elusive, and virtue is limited. Power beckons corruption while the truth creates a lie, and acceptance rises from the ashes of a dormant flare, silently slumbering through time as the cataclysm comes to pass. The disastrous oncoming yields no anticipation as it tiptoes through the reeds, slowly but surely sufficing the end that draws nearer and nigh.