BEHIND THE PRESIDENT'S CHAIR

BEHIND THE PRESIDENT’S CHAIR

Over one hundred cities are selected.
A good portion in what many consider
to be the modern day Babylon.
The agent sentinels speak their closing lines.
They are only children.
Beautiful holy girls designed
to be raped by me alone
for this one necessary mission of suicide.
A climatic point in the crusade of children.
The glow of their eyes across the internet
as they handle the nuclear keys.
Witnessing from the safety
of a QUARANTINE CONSTRUCT.
their burning alive while placing their keys
in their machines.
The readings on this QUARANTINE CONSOLE
stating all is in place as the girl children
each flip the switch to turn their machine on.
Their dying action to help return
the human race to life.
Based on population,
the nuclear fires burn as
the Devil’s replacement smiles sexual satisfaction.