‘Twas the night before WWIII, with the world on a thread, Leaders nestled all snug in their five-star beds. Sanctions and speeches were spun with such flair, Yet none could hide the stench of despair. The masses lay restless, in beds fit for naught,
This was brilliant, JJ. Loved the (AI-assisted?) artwork and the image prompts.
Oh, if this were only pure fiction...
You're very talented, JJ Pryor.
Wow. Frightening and true. Nicely done.
Excellent JJ and sadly so true.
This was brilliant, JJ. Loved the (AI-assisted?) artwork and the image prompts.
Oh, if this were only pure fiction...
You're very talented, JJ Pryor.
Wow. Frightening and true. Nicely done.
Excellent JJ and sadly so true.