Introduction Fahrenheit 452

Time goes on and nothing changes. 

Except for facts they are of short supply these days.

Lies, shaped, bent conjuring a truth. 

Shaped bent to destroy the truth. 

A new deceit, a better deceit.



Fahrenheit 452 dives deep into the rabbit hole. 

What might, will and could be? 

Don't be surprised if you get cold feet,

At the morrow's wake nothing is promised,

Like there would be any who are we?



Fate famished. Coveted desire.

Fall flat in a net of fire

While the train of thought hits you like a freight of heavy truth,

In an Ocean of lies truth bears fruit.



Welcome to Fahrenheit, 452!