January 2010
We're the remnants of the protectorate of a deity long gone. abandoned due to the strain of constant try for vindication against the ignorance of Men. He smiled upon us once, but no more. We never
The object that we saw, let us recall, This summer morn when warmth and beauty mingle — At the path's turn, a carcase lay asprawl Upon a bed of shingle. Legs raised, like some old whore far-gone in