I tilt my face into the eye of this bold and angry tempestI look for my moral tale in the stormthe rain.. engineering my wordsMy end is yet unknown, as yetflowing stagnant in the squallI'll write to the sound of my soul twisting roundin this apexof a life.. I can't recall *as I write this.. we under a tornado warning in my area. Another twist to this unknown quarantine sentience.The gods of fate are not appeased.. by the people who put themselves before their humanity. I fear the greed and...