AS THE ABSOLUTE SHINES, IT SCORCHES
As the absolute shines, it scorches
The land is thirsty
Thirsty for many things
The judge and lieutenant
Are about to get it
Skinned alive and scalped
Would be less than they deserve
And they but two drops in a lot
A lagoon, a sea of infamy, rage
Blood that never ceases to flow
A meridian, a constant
Flow, always to the next slaughter
The next chapter
Who can we decimate?
Who can we submit to our will?
Yes, we blaspheme
Yes, it the Obscene
The one true
Atavistic instincts from atavistic fears
We didn’t ask to be born to this
But here we are now
Aren’t we? Dance?
WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro
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