Carnage of Men
Part I
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Too Strange of days are these of Men . . .
Gone to past, be the days of Gods, of Honor, of Magik . . .
‘Tis Mayhem which strikes its mighty fist, rending this final Hour tragic!
As the blood of innocence runs lukewarm and soaks within the barren lands;
We fought...
Treacherous are the words of man,
as barbs perched upon hapless tongues of malice,
seeking naught but to do harm with coiling efficient grace,
piercing that of naked hearts and innocent souls.
Mayhaps t'would be kinder still to pierce the flesh . . .
Stabbing with one twist of the...
