Chains of Destiny

One space and place to be my permanent identity. I must endure their hellish revelry. It seems endless. I stay quiet and move through the underground corridors, chained and saddened by the disease against me. There is nothing that is fair, but I move through anyway. People lie and get away. I tell the truth and never get away. The pansies in vicinity wilt in their vicinity. Poppies do not exist at all. I have found a new places to be for a short term. The leaves begin to disappear on the patio and the conversation is not enough. I do know how I am enduring it at this time. Maybe I am stuck in Hades, but I have stolen THOR's hammer. Please find me special entities before it all explodes. It is nuclear fission today. Fusion is not too far away.