More Propaganda

Ha ha! I finally found something Tina can do from "Confinement": she can write Torpor Propaganda against the Spaniard to be anonymously distributed in all the clubs and bars all over the City. Just so He knows someone is thinking about him. How sweet is that? :-)


The City slips through Your careless grasp,
Your power in question, Your reason in lapse.


Criminals, Hunters and Diablerists appear,
Addicts and Kindred who spread disease draw near.


Your vassals desert You, Your officers break faith,
Your Kingdom in ruin, it's almost too late.


There comes a day where Princes grow wicked,
tired and overwhelmed and burdened and sickened.


Lay down Your sword, go find Your bed,
dismiss Your faithful, lay down Your head.


Only Torpor can bring You peace from this pain.
Save Yourself from ruin. Save us from the same.