My mother was a drop of blood.
My father was a knife.
I thank you for this blessed meal
And new purpose in life.
Tonight I am your humble guest,
I hope you understand,
They compel me to prove my worth
With Father in my hand.
I ask of you to take up arms,
I beg of you to try.
I want to show you all I've got,
Whoever dies will die.
We poisoned ourselves. I was complicit in it but we all had our part to play. Grief, anger, ego, curiosity, four ingredients we all...
The Monstrous Misfits prepare for the homecoming game and following dance. Presto lays out their hopes and dreams. The Assembly tinkers with tinctures. Melody...
"Oh god where did you kids find that record. You're all a little too young for that, heh. C'mon, let's go put it back...