Unchecked aggression.You have to make a stand. AtYour word, we fight, die. In the plains will theyRout us, but in the hills weWill win. Chariots
Part 1, following the massacre at Shechem: Exterminators!Punishers! Devastators!All you who flaunt your Contempt for the Lord!Oathbreakers! Life takers! WeLay waste to your fields! Blood
Lion was I, my Hands filled with necks of villains, Whelps before me kneeled. I … neglected to Honor my sons’ widow, my Crown and
Shamshael descended to the earth wreathed in fire, slamming into the town square. He raised the flaming sword above his head. The crowd surrounding him
Tread lightly lest you Rouse the ire of our own Ready made lynch mob.
Withering, dry, husk Skin clings to bone. Brother fat, Red. My sacrifice. Image by Greenrhaegel