Ares Would Be Proud

I am New Tereus as a wolf walks past scouting for the pack so am I the Son of War. The processors are the whirling fires and my compulsion causal captivity. My cybernetic atrocities fill halls of carbon, dirty secrets brutally revealed. With tongues cut out my victims sway, hurl tapestries of […]

Cubicle Space

this breach we nurture rolls uphill slow like blame . also accusation