Within fortified tyranny we fail to clarify there’s poli rant along with new protocol (manners) to be policed — topics on anyone’s mind (one of any pulse), so a few words take on character. I’m trying to clean [snip]  I have to leave enough after you’re finished / I’m finished, a limiting procedure, so I’m framing it tight, manufactured 
 
− it gives a glimpse into events shaping war or “The Owl and the Nightingale.”  
The passive voice made you angry; counterfeit proposition, garden semantics = key [snap] decisions, arguments, further jibes, the shaming within a sub-class of invective, a face-off to persuade maiden waverers; Julius Caesar, Romeo, Juliet, “Much Ado About Nothing,” “The Battle of Maldon,” where Saxon to Welsh sat on decline benches, threw slurs across the Blackwater banks, add flytings of Skalds of Old Norse in Simone’s Saga, Droplaugarsona Saga, as well as the Scot Dunbar et al, “Montgomerie et Polmart,” plus vomitous insult at one other from Middle Normans freezing progress of the republic of the nightingale.  
It’s time ahead shaped by time that goes by, tyranny all the way down, yet unset..