I’m enraged. An angry wave, And tears in the shower. Why must I lack the power, To stop the monsters lurking? When what we’re doing isn’t working, And I want to say, I quit this place, Where do I put the hate? I’m afraid. Into fear, I gave. But the world, I’ll scour. Despite the… Continue reading The Final Hour
I shriek. I cackle. I nearly cry from the sheer hilarity of it all. My minions are doing their job well.