by Dominic Viti
Time, emit no evil. Draw now, sir, a war is won. Did I murder for a jar of red rum? Ha, dogma! I rise, sir Timeâ€” Rat, part ogre. Are we not drawn onward to new era, And, are we not pure? Stuck rats peed on deified devil. I, eye of doom, emote I. Meet, see ye civic So Sad ad. Live evil! Dada SOSâ€”civic eyes teem tenet. I.E. to me, mood = foe. Ye â€œIâ€ lived, deifiedâ€”no deep, stark cuts Erupt on Ew era DNA. Are we not drawn onward to new era? Er . . . go trap tar. Emit rise, sir. I am God! Ah, murder for a jar of red rum, I did. Now, sir, a war is won. Ward, live on, Time, emit no evil.