That diminished breed shines as a violent fire … a molding fire

Poor little stale babies from hell ….those wonders in fat boy land ..pray for the renewal of sin by wanting to be able to lay prostrate at the gnarled toes of ugly.

Muses commune with their little spirits of time and the red winds of destruction/  The winds blow forever in their storms of repressive lust blowing from eternity  shaping the souls of the wasted sentience., A dynamic force of will by their gods of diminishing pleasure and pain …their gods of red blood vengeance. 

Death and his muse existed in a universe oh honor.  They were what they were.  They did what they did.  Honor, power, revenge …these were of the cauldron of their time.  Power …revenge ..the stuff of muse Amy’s secrets … the stuff which played the players …the stuff by which the players were played ..the putrid stink of Fat boy. Honor was a talisman, an immovable object bouncing against the grain of fools, reprobates, generally demanded, devalued souls…. the place where they could not go.

Worlds shrivel and die.  Banality flourishes.  Spirits empty.  Death loses his intimidation as the will to live recedes in gentle folk.  Fat boy and the deplorables create the eternal sink hole.  The game may be to the adventurous who have the stomach to be in the arena with the maggots and the larva who keep coming and coming and wishing wil and domination.  The swords and the lances of the remaining  honorable must be drawn and sharpened with purpose and wit.  It is a dangerous  weapon though one that demands strength… honor.

The humorless, those sobs of mean and vile, dim witted attacks of loved ignorance bury their lack of honor in the waste pits of excrement, their discourse, their shriveled little image..  Boring Death to distraction they have the skin of Amy’s beauty crawl and churn.

Enter the visage of the fascist punk, the fascist pumkette…enter it in cowards’ clothes, villain’s payroll, cheap tenterhooks of capture.  Softly come the fascist drool.  Softly, deadly, locked, loaded.

The diminished breed shines as a violent fire …. a molding fire…one that  covets, destroys