774.

The bastion of the
irrational, if you don't
agree, just deny.

773.

I'm baffled that math
somehow became an issue
people can debate.

772.

The neverending
cycle of castigation
that just keeps maiming.

771.

Overseen by the
harsh mistress, discontent, that
turns into anger.

770.

A fragile balance
of restrictions, holding self
hostage to demand.

769.

Such dramatics for
inner fodder. The critic
within who feeds hate.

768.

Next up, a sideshow
of arms and bleeding topped with
a soul's crown of thorns.