Man baby brings the death of things.

A comment by Amy The Muse.

Poor baby deplorables desperate for understanding offer none … so must be written off as useless punk fascists who need be called out, labeled, shamed, diminished and left to rot….there is no sentient there there.

Poor baby deplorables follow a diminished man baby who shames the human race by his odious presence.

Useless “useful idiots” normalize both as they wish to kumbaya dance to their own destruction.  No guts … return no glory

Rinse, repeat.  Rinse, repeat. Rinse, repeat.

Power flows into cracks of stability.  Cracks of stability form in absence of balance.  Irresistible force needs be met by immovable objects when irresistible force is coming for all of the marbles and is happy to open the gates of hell.

The seven circles of hell spawned man baby.  He drips of the bile and larva of the broad deaths of valuable life.  The living sink hole of toxic infection.

An atmosphere of toxic waste infuses the ground he walks on and kills all living minds and sentient plants..

Chemical fires from hell burn those who must peer at his visage.  Seeing lungs explode breath seeking animates as they run for cover.  Not a “City on the Hill.”

The paths to subservience follows the will to be maimed, neutered, offered the ecstatic inbreed cries of the Nirvana of the sexual delight of the submissiveness to a moral vacuum of the open depravity of a self flagellating spawn of a man baby.

The ride to broken debased will in a world of rancid toxic banality and dead existences skis on the slopes of onanism.

The marriage of the mindsets of the deplorable actors of land, sea, air and netherworlds and the deplorable universes of the many hells to which they aspire Spurs on the destruction of the mirror world of sanity,  grace, honor, enlightenment that are just tokens of wild loss to the aspiring masters of eternal debauchery.

The toxic skies filled with the toxic rain of the monsters from dimensions of the damned take over the atmosphere.  The man baby finds the wormhole through to all maggots and worms and his minions take the shape of same.  Worlds die and good folk weep.  Man baby brings the death of things.