"you smashed our home and killed 28 of our own" , gotta know how to adjust often mistrust'n the home grown. fully shown never blown but slightly faded, out dated like pagers and fanny packs of wolf gangs that migrated. hesitated when sedated slow on the low flow of the angel's glow, hearing the metallic 444 games of thrown horsemen go. never and always know your enemy's next 36 steps, keep the 3rd eye on 'em cause he's trained on slant eye's which redirects.
"white crane style"