Parabellum

Come, the time's now ripe

For raiding, rape and slaving,

So now let's boldly march

Off to find a battlefield 

Where we can wield our 

Sword, our axe and shield.

Off to bring slaughter to 

One or all our ancient foes.

Well honed swords with souls 

Smite swift cuts and blows,

Quench Earth's eternal thirst 

With freely flowing blood 

From limbs, guts, and gore.

Bodies stack up more and more, 

Some set aside for sacrifice 

To the gods that gift us wars! 

Entrails flung in holy flames: 

That's what foes are for. 

And 'round the black, greasy, smoke 

Dance wild witches widdershins, 

Willing, oil slicked, worshippers, 

Lust displayed from feet to head.

Burn we now all of the dead,

Toss their dust; to Hel they're wed.

Rejoice aloud this glorious day! 

That ne'er shall it fade away 

From the mind of any man 

In our well fed pagan land…

Haiku #369

Light's stripes, black and white 

Zebras scream upon the floor 

Nightfall brings respite 

Haiku #368

You’ll be skinned by night

Once live disguise for our crimes 

History’ll glide by…

Emotional Fitness

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Taking The Long View

On a nice clear day if you are up in the CN Tower (if that’s still its name), you can see the southern shore of Lake Ontario. But for a number of years now the land that you see is the United States of American’t.

The Measure of Pain

Have you ever considered this: you can only beat someone to within an inch of their life in the United States of America, because the rest of the Earth uses the metric system.

Haiku #367

I covet an urn

A golden Eldorado 

Hit Heaven in style