"John"....kronk

Gather the stones..both large and small-

Form the circle...close the ranks-

There is death on the wind this day.

So say we...the righteous slayers.



Loose the aged hounds-

Too old to hunt..

Yet, corpulent they be-

Greying coats shimmer and shine-

Fat...off the bloodied pulp...

The remains of the unforgiven-



And who am I to question?

One who has trodden the wilderness-

Naked and fearful that righteous indignation

might one day overtake me, open his book

and say, "For your sins......."

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