Klingon

Klingon

Shall we not sit upon the water as it grows hotter as like oil it boils and as like the fire it grows higher while consuming all who fall?  Death comes for me.  Death comes for you all.  Cowards cower.  The brave misbehave in going for all of the blood that can be spilled.  Such true warriors will never yield.  We are what war is for so let tumble the dead upon the floor.

Let life cease for those who speak of peace.  Such pathetic rhetoric can only spew forth from a heretic who uses words as a prosthetic!  What we feel is real as upon us has come the time to kill.  It is only but a delay to run away.  It is only but a delay to kneel down to pray and it is only but a delay to try to get out of the way of the inevitable fate that we so loudly and proudly dictate!  We march forward like a curse that cannot be reversed and tragic is the magic for those felled by the spell.

You act as if you are superior because of some select intellect.  We do our thinking while drinking while you have to figure out that your boat is sinking.  Look at me and you will not be in error when you see the terror!  Whether prideful or humble you will mumble to stumble to cry to die and we will be the reason why.  We have no use for a truce that you use as a ruse so as to gather the thoughts with which you are fraught.  None of you have bravely fought and all of you have been killed that we've caught.  There is no forgiving.  We just keep on living to expand in this great big universe that we traverse.  It is like a flower that we've chosen to devour.  We succeed in  making its seeds bleed.

We do not apologize for the demise of millions of minions and their lofty opinions on how we can all get along.  We've slain the writer of such a sorry song.  The notes of honor, glory and victory are what we bang out in an orchestrated fate to be heard with every word even if slurred!  Let the drums hum as those we defeat are crushed beneath our feet!  Such is the rhythm of war and what we want is more.  Death is a frontier that only the brave explore.  So shall we not sit upon the water as it grows hotter as like oil it boils as in its steaming there is screaming as in its rising tide there are those who have already died as there are those who will that we are about to kill?

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When facing a warrior who explores for more gore.

January 31^st, 2014