A toast

Two men at a table back and forth from captivity and their own discretion now. They took it one step further…went abroad caught on with criminals caged in other countries. When their disruptions were not enough to have them barred to other cells, they had others shifted, moved around after stirring them towards mischief.  Very soon it was more than just them…the whole crooked populace were deemed inhospitable and let live on the outside. Forced again to slide into another undesired result. So begins the strong and the weak struggle..the supercrime nation! But they don’t have to do anything beyond speak…
                   II
They toast to each other, as one pops in the refectory, they salute to this vision, bang red wine glasses then each other, two kings of absolute evil. The anarchy agenda, anarchy nation and extension, sharing of the chaos they could not just keep for themselves, just between the two of them. It was a healing experience..the world just had to match the same state they were then they could kill themselves and be at peace…leaving behind..after a self-made difficult journey…a parting gift…