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SPOOX Rising, SPOOX Spooking The Pious
l a rg e,
d a r k creatures of
indeterminant o r i g i n ,
graze about yOur separated space.
You s ee m to sense
Them as a threat
to the legion of apparitions you are husbanding in hopes
of converting yOur terror
into monetary gain.
(way to go ! ),
But on-the-(proverbial)-other hand,
Such cultivation would usually be considered an advanced
coping mechanism in comparison to the voluminous
pant(s) shitting/pissing
we revert to whenever the gaggle of ghastly,
ghostly goosies flies o'er head, frenzying our
forlorn, fair weather, flox'o'spoox that we must
tether to the earth (in order of flippin'a'profit).
With their hellish honks chilling our spines.
announcing (one, or the other) apocalypse coming
now,
now in the night.
The ever inhospitable night.
As the
Wrath-of-the-Goddesses (in full combat gear) come to
inflict a full fledged ass'whoop'n'cock'choppin',
so long overdue, for
the Bad-Man souls and assholes' need
of positive purgation as performed every now and then,
or, every so often, depending on the
current piety-to-fear ratio, which, as we know, oft gets
out of control.
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