This is a poem, about something that happened today, to me and has efectedly me grately.
IRW
What dos it mean?
IRW
Were is
IRW
Dos not Boil over
Into OUR world.
Violance
blood guts and . . .
fear . . .
That we are forced under,
every day
mabey
sometimes
we get a samll,
respite?
But,
IRW is irrelevant
To OUR world
Voice squashed,
By those who are not
The negative end of the magnet to
Freedom of speech
Laws broken,
and yet never broken . . .
. . . never punished,
Take it as you will,
IRW
In OUR world
things never happen in
IRW
IRW dos not exsist,
to us.
Things can not interlink
never
otherwise
. . . nothingness . . .

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Scarlatan, in the year 250 AF.