Lament of Innocence
Sweet Angel of steel glistening through
the night, hungry and full of life.
Where do you tear so fast?
Why do you cry for God?
A second Angel, tearing through
has eaten up a bit of you?
Oh my, E. Honda!
Whatever shall you do?
It appears, on close examination, that we have experienced a collision of automobiles en route to that bastion of Slavery and Evening Delight, the Holiday Inn Express. The cursed Shell station, purveyor of fuel to offending vehicles, bore witness as a green vessle bore forth three of the trashiest of Whites that trained eyes might look upon. This phallace of might thrust forth and purloined the noble virtue of E. Honda, the Accord that would be our chariot.
Yea, we did cry tears of sadness and lament fate. Why would a God so cruel be put upon the Earth to gnash teeth and spew bones in our direction? To be frank, these foul customers appeared seedy from the get-go. But mewlings, the lot of them, rife with hair and dressed in the stink of the Morning Star. They doth approach, their serpent tongues spewing sweet liquor upon the ears of kind Erik...
Retreat!
The Original Christ Reborn and I sallied forth toward the bountiful Holiday Inn Express to warn of the coming apocalypse. Erik, kind hearted Bard that he is continued to reap the venom from the throats of the ruffians even as we crept back upon.
"Hark!" Called I.
"The guard, have you summoned them?"
The knaives spluttered in frustration, their eyes glimmering. Shooed us away they did, and poured more brandywine into the Soulfull ear of dear Erik. "The fairies be against him!" Cried Augustus, our Savior Reborn. Or rather, that kind Erik be Fucked.
The Fucking through, friend Erik be Fucked. And lesson learned? Strike first, dally second.
~Fin
the night, hungry and full of life.
Where do you tear so fast?
Why do you cry for God?
A second Angel, tearing through
has eaten up a bit of you?
Oh my, E. Honda!
Whatever shall you do?
It appears, on close examination, that we have experienced a collision of automobiles en route to that bastion of Slavery and Evening Delight, the Holiday Inn Express. The cursed Shell station, purveyor of fuel to offending vehicles, bore witness as a green vessle bore forth three of the trashiest of Whites that trained eyes might look upon. This phallace of might thrust forth and purloined the noble virtue of E. Honda, the Accord that would be our chariot.
Yea, we did cry tears of sadness and lament fate. Why would a God so cruel be put upon the Earth to gnash teeth and spew bones in our direction? To be frank, these foul customers appeared seedy from the get-go. But mewlings, the lot of them, rife with hair and dressed in the stink of the Morning Star. They doth approach, their serpent tongues spewing sweet liquor upon the ears of kind Erik...
Retreat!
The Original Christ Reborn and I sallied forth toward the bountiful Holiday Inn Express to warn of the coming apocalypse. Erik, kind hearted Bard that he is continued to reap the venom from the throats of the ruffians even as we crept back upon.
"Hark!" Called I.
"The guard, have you summoned them?"
The knaives spluttered in frustration, their eyes glimmering. Shooed us away they did, and poured more brandywine into the Soulfull ear of dear Erik. "The fairies be against him!" Cried Augustus, our Savior Reborn. Or rather, that kind Erik be Fucked.
The Fucking through, friend Erik be Fucked. And lesson learned? Strike first, dally second.
~Fin