Let not our humble Sacrifice be scorned by Heaven forever.
Tag: political satire
Lawless
Iniquity, a Hot wind, your eyes blur with tears, Your home invaded.
Light One Candle
The deluded find Delight in devastation; The lucid bring light.
Counter Reformation
Sinister somber Inquisitor sang, withered Minister crumpled.
Threaten
Tread lightly lest you Rouse the ire of our own Ready made lynch mob.
Assassin Nation #4: The Hermit
We drove on and on into the desert, the sun setting behind the Bacatete mountains. Jon had explained that we were going to see his
