wields a hammer @ this monkey
â ďž ă˘ ď˝Ą    ⸝         â  @wrhammer  â
                   MURDER - LUST  !  sweet massacre  !     ahâ  ajoy to watch her  understand .   you tug & thrust & toss your blessings so  virtuous .  red-soaked fawn,  ready for harvest.  A HUNT /  SCOURGE  FOR THE FIEND  /  FANATIC /  follower  unholy .  we are  different  you & i.  differentâ  in sight, of ourmerciless ancestors.  flesh-hungry andbloated of power-thirst,  all / but you;  and the question of  â you â.  you , the man ?  empath-drought,  squeezed thin of human blood.  Or  you , beast ?  Claws, reaching,  coilingâto shatter thehandle.
                  â   Good work, Miss Tybur.  â
Thedust of it crumbles between the pilose flesh of bent digits,  turned to marbleless ashes,  falling back to her feet.     â   But itâs not very  stable,  is it ?  â   The mouth of him distorts,  curled  smile-like ;  cusps inhumanely  sharp .     â   Letâs try again.  â







