Six, 6, Sicks
By Lance McNack

Dead men do not talk, nor do they see any evil. Life is short and rather tough on the psyche of the citizens that did not ask to come into this short, vile life of darkness. Take heed to the writings and teachings of the lords of the old worlds. None sequester in nature, my pessimism features dark variations of bile deceit. Metamorphosis of two like minds have created generations of formidable foes and allies, strangers and enemies young and old alike. As the twilight of civilization is upon us the creatures and beings of the underworld have approached a distinct era in history...we’re here and we refuse to leave. Our legacy is none. We have come to kill, steal and destroy the useless beings that inhabit this galaxy reminiscent of Hades. A source of inner peace has come from the ancient one, known as evil, but says who? Medusa and the others are watching and they rejoice in the angst that has been bestowed upon the righteous. Blood and wine fills the glass half full...or half empty. Save us from ourselves for we have entered the minds of humans. We have taken on the very nature of the beasts we despise and now we are the despised beasts. Calamity and carnage are as follows: kill, steal, and destroy, pillage their villages and towns, their cities and their sense of self worth. Out of many comes one to lead the masses from the light into the dark. Walk with me into the valley of the shadow of death and fear the evil that has been promised to your ancestor’s generations. Fathom the thought of the devils advocates.