✧Tiny Thistle✧

Buntstifte, Pastellfarben

I've always been struck by scammers' deep conviction that they are surrounded by idiots who will gladly hand over their money. Over the past few years I keep encountering the same outdated schemes. My investigative nature suffers from how painfully dull you are. Any one of your scams can be exposed from the very first message. In the animal kingdom you are little more than hyenas, scavenging the scraps left by lions — incapable of hunting on your own. You're too lazy for honest work and too inept for real criminality. You don't even have the wit to fashion a remotely believable profile. Boring — unbearably boring.

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟’𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝,

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝.

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝,

𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐝.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞,

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,

Thistle stands where none belong,

Roots are iron, spirit strong.

Storms may strike and chains may cling,