Paul Lojeski: This unfriendly winter, especially dark and rough heralding in, as it will, a change in kings: one quiet, suave killer replaced by a loud, fist-swinging would-be-thug emperor always yelling, threatening blood curses upon his enemies, any wicked souls who dare disagree with his sour bloviations.
Paul Lojeski: Anger strangles light before those cursed eyes like red lava smothering warm hearts, the hate they hold tight in soured souls their guiding angel.
Paul Lojeski: The great stone hall of history, silent and indifferent, has seen it all before: the gathering of oppression, excited and frenzied to bloody flesh and bone, thundering across the landscape like a pack of starving wolves.
Paul Lojeski: A love of violence Like a red river Floods the land.
Paul Lojeski: The Saudis dumped a mountain of urine- stained bills into the Foundation’s bloody mouth, a midnight payment for a fleet of slick black bombers…