Receding admiration.
Beginning of disposition.
Disgust and degradation between us.
Our company bodes that of illy sought goods.
Spots of malcontent.
I see you leaving in disguise.
Claims of virtue.
Whims of cowardice.
Leaving us to die.
But how can I blame you.
Maybe I would do the same.
For here at the bottom it is scraped and pitied.
Family blown away.
My Magnanimous Diatribes 