ROGUE BOY WANDER

a young boy walks thru his village unhappy, kicking rocks and sand pedals through the plants of an unborn society. Spawn. The likelihood that he would ever become a man seemed light-worlds away, he commits suicide by slitting his throat with a piece of twine...

An old warrior stands up straight and pulls down his dark hood, revealing the black war marks on his face. A spell casting sorcerer with human shit in his hair just took out an army on his own with only a sword, faith, insight and words guarded shield barrier manforth take becoming the beings walking around in the mirror go back and forth. Spirits talk if you listen. Don't take for granted you've been givin life out of all existing energy that never stops. Fuck the Mormon beliefs bra, Hell is real and eternally forever. 

a teenage boy strolls thru his city offended. The time it took to get here was nothing cuz time doesn't exist quite like you think it does; it's actually a mind-fuck torpedo wrapped piece of sinful Godly creation rip your hair out knuckle deep and blow out candles burning down Jellystone, written in a language so far fetched from truth fish die bird starves bear shits in wood cabin on the chest of the dead forefather to prove Jesus, God and the Holy Spirit are more real than you could ever imagine. 

War. Time is essential. Pain is vital, vitals not necessary nor bowels for fixed food the right to bear arms non-existant. Kill or be killed, kill and live in a form of denial slash regret, die and you've made it. Nothing makes a man or woman a man like war. When you have something to fight for you fight for it goddamnit. Save your family. He has no family. 

A young man stands before the throne with an uzi in each hand, staring up at the king's black-hearted and cooked carcass. He will not go to prison, instead he will go sit in an otherwise empty room from only which a piss proof mattress lies on the floor by shatterproof windows. He is still not safe, rips the collar off his shirt, throws it on the floor and empties the rest of his cases on it as he did the same to his majesty. Rounds ricochet around the room yet none of them would dare penetrate the young man's flesh, they deflect without losing velocity around the room until it destroys itself as well as the planet we are all on. And YOU thought it was terrorists….

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