Pitiful timid and sensitive will anyway get to know;
that in our forests, and what ill alike is;
in our towns drags unlawful life itself around

Avoid their eyes from where force can make attacks
and listen there to no words. Know their stiffness,
the screaming laughter and their hollowed out backs

Also, go never near fairies’ glowing dancing circles;
places where they have been shown to drag people down to death

In the War of all Wars against the Gods and humanity’s worlds
has the lowest imaginable been “saved” by our foes for weapons:

Unknowing about their place as used tools
know these nothing about their heritage or real purpose


Taking my scythe to the harvesting feast until its beaten blunted
and whet thereafter again, and then striking again: You will be dead.

I am decapitating, slaughtering, burning and lastly cursing.

In time after time.