The fog of war has descended ;

Thick enough to overwhelm and blight the veneer of daylight,

Everything and nothing are the twin tools of a propagandist;

Believe not from whenst even the wind cometh;

Nor the sudden sharpness to the cold, tricking your goose bumps to rise;

Each act is a strand of a cloak of many colours or none;

Obfuscation has no limitations y’see,

And your continued naivety unto oblivion if necessary, is the only prize!