Long ago the gift of butchery was granted, and people gleefully took up the standard. Experience led to greater slaughter, spreading hence, twisted corpses, demons dance. The weak, pitiful sheep lie terrorized from the fury of the onslaught. Slayed are their dreams of a life where love rules. In our sin lies our power, the … Continue reading We Can’t Stop
We Can’t Stop
Long ago the gift of butchery Was granted, and people gleefully Took up the standard, experience Led to greater slaughter, spreading hence, Twisted corpses, demons dance. The weak, pitiful sheep lie terrorized From the fury of the onslaught, slayed Are their dreams of a life where love rules. In our sin lies our power, the … Continue reading We Can’t Stop
Supplication
I have become old and tired. My hands are wrinkled and at times shake as with a palsy. My mind is clouded and empty except for glimpses of things real and imagined. Past and illusional events coming and going kaleidoscope-like in my minds eye. Despite how I feel, my body is still strong. It is … Continue reading Supplication
Supplication
I have become old and tired. My hands are wrinkled and at times shake as with a palsy. My mind is clouded and empty except for glimpses of things real and imagined. Past and illusional events coming and going kaleidoscope-like in my minds eye. Despite how I feel, my body is still strong. It is … Continue reading Supplication
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