THE ORDER OF DEAD MEN
Sulfur Trails
It’s come to my attention, from one brother to another, a great skeleton has been lost in the line of calcified duty. Deadmen lost to their own ambitions, or ascended into something else. Loaned or stoned I would say they have a place, if only they knew which hours to roam, looking through old pages on cluttered bulletin boards.
From now on it is a harsh and cruel test, and the cracks in the walls are sealed.
So the word is given, once again they will march under a new general, for the sake of Iblees, the Red Emperor, Gashadokuro, and so people cannot drink tea in peace. May all our enemies former and future have a bad morning, a bad evening, and certainly a bad night.