#cause wrow

Dylan Larkin during warmups - 04.06.19

                Q uerying the righteousness of morality to one of unknown Identification would be epitheted as outrageous.  –  as an act of worthless desperation.  Idiotically scratching at a dirt clod, damaging fingernails, to unearth exact answers nevermore guaranteed. – He was, in his earliest stages of youth, an individual,  akin to the one,  deluging with unambiguous perplexity, idling at his forefront, who has executed comparable approaches.  –  Ethereal optics, Straiten in their edgewise structure, directs pointedly onto the boy’s entirety; the keys of his mind were prompt to rummage through apertures of knowledge – decades worth of archives - in order to formulate an  ideal response to the question posed.  —  Why,  indeed,  were they permitted to commit murder in a war when elsewhere,  in an alleyway as an exemplary, it would be naught but a felony meriting a posthaste quietus. Something he’s once thought of and still, to this day, questioned.  But he reckons it all depends  on the intentions appended behind the hostile fists, the armaments, beating, bruising, and lacerating the lives out  of the bodies of those laying on the opposite end. ‘Neath their mercy – their supremacy. - Lips purse, readying to partition ajar.