Valley of the Carcai
25304 B.C.
The Year of Our Master.
He arose to crush the fleeing infidels.
With a mighty swoop the Living
Were not.
He played with children
In a beautiful way.
Fatherly in all ways.
Master, show me your passions.
Express the needs of the shaded few.
They were flogged to the valley for
64 Decades.
And then,
Then the great slaughter took place.
He slaughtered for us.
We are his spew-springs.
Lovely little people are we.
Helping each other every day.
Bastards.
25304 B.C.
The Year of Our Master.
He arose to crush the fleeing infidels.
With a mighty swoop the Living
Were not.
He played with children
In a beautiful way.
Fatherly in all ways.
Master, show me your passions.
Express the needs of the shaded few.
They were flogged to the valley for
64 Decades.
And then,
Then the great slaughter took place.
He slaughtered for us.
We are his spew-springs.
Lovely little people are we.
Helping each other every day.
Bastards.
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