A Feast For Two - All Of Existence Witness

Conservative lies and filth with death - an every day meal. Feast.

Welcome Guests.

Show me what's true and I'll stamp the false.

But relish in grandeur on the blood of Truth. Waste it away. Gorge.

Red table cloths hide bloody shoes.

A sonnet for the Dead, an elegy for the Living. Praise.

Here we dance in white robes, Here we lie in black sacks.

Remove the funnel over your mouth. Thief. Apply the knife.

Shame slithers like snakes that need stomping. Come, seed.

The largest dining table has two guests of immense title.

There sits the King. There feasts the Plague.

Prove Me Wrong.

Sick Plague.