by Jim Gause
The leader of a radical faction of Djinni takes over North America
|(for "Saturday Saints")
They will kneel before us and suck our root.
We will thrust into their mouths to their throats and cause them to choke.
They will stream tears and mucous, their eyes pleading for mercy, their noses struggling to clench air.
And when we break it will be fiery lava burning their alimentary channels, raging through their stomaches and viscera
They will want to shit but it will not come,
Liquefied by our acid-magma sperm their bodies will disintegrate, spilling out into the sand