a vent

It is the principle of my tongues glory to strike gambit with the mass of incessant patronizers. No triumph is greater than attaining victory by your own hands drawing; their voices dribble utter folly like wretches born from swine in gutters. Their hearts are put to purpose by nothing they can truly perceive. Most of you would see tongue removed from an innocent mouth if your purse would become slightly heavier. Words of a man; the highest coin that should be exchanged for any price. Yet, here it is a hushed sound bearing no value. We must accept the inclination of change before the purpose is even further removed from trembling hand...Act..