Fantasy Twisted by Jim Vaughn

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Speaking paradigms, his words twisted until fantasy became his voice.

Broken versions, skewed, twisted events glaring, all the while counting bodies.

Johnny next door, mowing yards just last year, Mrs. Brown’s pound cake will be missed this year, Derek failing, misses his Dad.

Gardens adorned with 3368 stark headstones lie in his wake, seeking still more for this arid graveyard.

The litany of deception brings rise to hostilities while the petty overlord seeks more favor for his own.