This coffee is far too weak

To hold the words we ought to speak

Until cups refill with the nectar of the soul

The mornings will never reach their dole.

                As 2016 drew to a close, a murmur could be heard amongst the people. Countdowns began to pop up, both towards the Inauguration day, and until the next election cycle. It seemed that although November had brought nothing short of despair and chaos, December brought inspiration. If one man could threated an entire nation, surely that meant that there were enough people to rise up and confront him. And the idea of the Resistance was born.
                There were rumors that the voters of the El...

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