Neo128

The more halcyon the spirits, The more dangerous they became. All proceeds as was expected— Abomination in all but name. Ataraxis, enacting the death of dread, Rendered bloody severance— Black terror sheathed its dripping claws, And paid trembling reverence. The foolish will suffer the hardest road, Being blessed with a holy mission— To see who can, with the greatest speed, Reach advanced decomposition. Ho! A pox upon ye slatterns! Unaccustomed to cultured uses— Run to raise a bawling hue and cry Against our "dire abuses". Our cabal precludes the cleansing flames, No excuses will be accepted. Tell

"... Leave sleeping curs to their mongrel dreams; Compliance is a must. The consequences of disregard Are best left undiscussed..." "... Some have spurned the warning, Claiming knowledge of the species. If you meet them, please remember Not to stare at their prostheses..." "... Others chose to venture in, Dismissing circumspection, And were treated to the 'courtesy' Of impromptu vivisection... " "... The 'lucky' ones were 'lightly' scarred (More credit to their scheming); Their 'victory' only 'slightly' marred By the nights they wake up screaming..."

Uh-oh—Here comes your ignorance (Well—I did buy it the jet it flies in). I see it swooping gracefully, Just above the event horizon. I see your ignorance sidling in, Disguised as a conversation. It’s a trick that’s never worked before, But I admire its dedication. It's elbow-crawling in now, And it's thinking I can’t tell. I will admit it’s changed its look, But it never could hide that smell. You keep inviting your ignorance, Like an old friend come to dine— And the only thing it ever does Is open the door to mine.