ave imperator

from atreyulovesyou on X
(debate! debate! tonight, debate! lets do it live.)
Mounds of them to be, eaten?
the unborne (sic) too? Certainly.
Forget the calling, you incarnate,
POTUS, realDonaldTrump?
I'd think not, for they, we, are hunger'd.
In a sammich, if we persist, with ally in abundance if we'd release of ourselves ego and blister drank, in these our lands of us, short lived.
You don't need wax coins, crypt roll'd, nor bottle capped. You want these thing, like the TV show even!
Look you have a toy! to play upon them in falloutonprime
(exceptional programme, ty) - you must build this every day, and we are ever in a war for our betterment. Yes?
You have sextant and eye, on paper.
And bargain with approximate at authority.
You are leashed by intrinsic terrors of language and comms.
Because it is us that becomes of us, and you shouldn't start a sentence like that upon a people?
It is, ever yours, to enjoy.
++ Ave imperitor, and our imperium is more than one skull.
-- from 'before i found nurgle', Gwydion the dandelion cultist