I’ve finally made it to the end of my art project.
I had always been a fearful child.
“One thing that I’m glad about, during this goddamn war, is that I can have my special brand of fun with little trouble.
Butchering the child was the only sensible thing to do.
The stacks of books crowded the space.
Too late, again.
With horrors to shock the mind, And to numb any soul, It had struck in kind, The Writhing Mass took its grisly toll.