Excerpt from a WIP – d’Çłęƒțïį

“The Trident of Creation’s Lord of Opponents”

The God-King of dark lords is known
as Old LoO, The More Ancient One
He is more eternal than the Immortals

A Nothing from Nowhere
He is before “things” and
Resides outside of any Time
Enduring Ages upon terrible Ages
All before even the birth of Creation

“Nonammi”
Nosaye

“Knownamii”
Nosir

Lips shut to the sound that his ear makes
For he knows not that we can see him
We’ve studied the weapons he uses, and
with our minds that are darker than his
we’ve now made a stockpile of our own
(with inclusion of terrible improvements!)
Very soonish fairwell to him, we shall bid.
Pseudomegalithics line all the borders,
fusion projectile-missiles,
legions of commandos and traps.
All stitched up (without using no wires),
Everyone having covered their face.
We can launch any via telepathic sigil,
From the fleets of our racecars in space.

Re-colonize Clowns? Now?

∞

d’Çłęƒțïį

Only Friends are Real
Embrace Shulgin-ness
DON’T SCARE THE HORSES
DO BETTER!

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——CIRCS——