Friday, July 10, 2015
From The Desk Of Kiler Davenport Presents: Little Lost Sheep by Kiler Davenport
Little lost sheep; mindless drones; minions of the dragon. You drink the poison water, eat at the trough like fat blind pigs you place your children on the digital alter you parade them like whores going to sale. You lay open and the dragon has his way with you. You are there for the taking - morning, noon and night. Your vanity has consumed you the follower, the fool and the fickled. the number of the beast was and you shall be given to folly and they shall worship the beast and he shall be their master. Mindless numb-skulls marching to the rhythm of the beast. Forgive them for they know not what they do or do they. Lulled to sleep by the dragon's breath. Like bees attracted to the hive. They go in but they never come out. This trap is not easy to escape. Are you using the dragon or is it using you? Have you fallen too far to even hear my voice? Beware of the dragon. He watches and waits for you.
© APRI 2015