who wins in a shitstorm between two self-righteous sick-fuck full-of-cock megalomaniacs?
the oblivious bombs, that get to not exist after exploding,
ignorant to their own catastrophe.
both deposed monarchs lay still, flayed and dismembered by the other
hacked flesh bleeding from everywhere
skin strung up empty and loose, flapping above smoking ruins
their fat, mean heads split open and three billion maggots tumble out and
two tiny maggot-white emperors struggle down over the writhing rot
and shoot each other's faces in.
the vacant skins fluttered in the breeze, banners over.
there was peace in the ash land.
