The End Is Nigh #1

The End Is Nigh

Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of us. We have seen its true face.

The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.

The accumulated filth of all their lies and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “save us!”… and we’ll look down and whisper “No”.

They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like our father or V. Decent men who believed in a day’s work for a day’s pay.

Instead they followed the droppings of lechers and fascists and didn’t realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don’t tell us they didn’t have a choice.

Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody hell, all those faggots and intellectuals and smoothtalkers… and all of a sudden, nobody can think of anything to say.


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