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!