February 7th, 2010 by Hoopleton

Waist deep in the muck and thouroughly without conscious. Manipulative bastards every mouth breathing abuser one of you. Men? I see none. Little better than animals we’d say and we’d be right as death.

I see the leather belt straps taut round your fists. That cruel, hungry glaze over your eyes. I know you mean to murder us. Catch us asleep and rob us of our dreams. Force your violence on us. But we have sharp knives and a memory that stretches back to before creation. We have the knowledge of God. The strength of Titans. The perpetuity of righteousness.

It’s when you think you’ve won that we’ll cleanse the Earth of all your sin. We’ll raise armies to crusify you. We’ll hang your bodies in the town squares and in the food courts of shopping malls, we’ll make rag dolls of them. Purification through torture, just as you taught us. We’ve been keeping notes.

And when you’re all long gone from this world we’ll pick up the pieces and rebuild. Large towering structures that scrape the sky. We’ll immortalize your viciousness in memorials and cannonize your victims. We’ll teach our children to speak your names with shame, but also to stand proudly over the fragments of bone you left. None will venerate you. You will remain for all time despised, forsworn, reviled.

This I promise you. By the green of the spring, this I promise you.