Green Eunuch (Part 7)

  
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   SEVEN:
  
   The Northern Europeans are pure, symmetrical beauty,
   Blonde, blue-eyed, or red-haired with fern-green eyes, making for many a corporeal cutie;
   Regardless, their mischief starbursts axiomatic for a portion
   In the sense that many follow the folly of distortion
   As it is true with ALL people and their gods--
   Some humble to decency, others prostrate to Loki with devilish nods;
   Alas, Ooba was sincerely a portion of hell,
   And the goddess Hel received an aspect of the miserable very well,
   Deconstructing their physiology in brutal manner
   As she had done with Ham, like a groin blow from Thor's hammer;
   Plus, not only Hel but her brother reigned on Ooba with her too--
   His name Fenrir, an insidious wolf that at the End of 1 Time made Odin turn true blue;
   Anyway, these 2 villains of viciousness were wickedly wise concerning Skunkfire,
   Knowing such a gelded soul could rescue many others from a torturous mire;
   Thus, within an effulgent, diablo-black tower
   Architected with hot oil cannons and demonic weaponry that could wilt the prettiest flower,
   Hel reclined on a serpentine throne of reptilian blood,
   It forever flowing and encased in demonic fecal mud
   That stank of mutated mischief and cruelly chaotic humor,
   Positioned over a motley court of succubus and others afflicted with many a facial tumor.
   Too, Fenrir was hungrily howling at Hel's side,
   Wishing he had been the one that had removed Skunkfire's macho pride,
   For these evil siblings knew they could obstruct the possible salvation on Ooba,
   Keeping the perplexing Moon a true prophecy of a bloody Luna;
   Indeed, Apocalypses and Revelation never quicksand and fatigue;
   Hence, Hel and Fenrir's forever intention was for toxicity to breed,
   Inflicting the death of herbal vegetation and its relaxing prowess,
   Making sobriety, grief, and carnal cravings Ooba's only princess;
   As a result, Hel vociferously announced to her purple/gloomy army
   That the Eunuch, Wolf, and 2 Saints were nothing more than things Christian and swarmy,
   And to eradicate and mutilate these thieves of mischief would serve Ooba best,
   Threatening that not a follower of her intentions would have chaotic rest
   Until the 4some were banished beyond the blaze
   Of the oozing industry that ushered in Ooba's purple haze;
   Moreover, she vocally commanded with a rancorous hiss:
   "Bring me the Eunuch and his friends--don't miss
   Lest I steal your loins and you never kiss
   The nightmarish bliss
   Of oral copulation or juicy and scorching intercourse either,
   Having an eternal carnal fever,
   For I will morph you all into eunuchs yourselves,
   And there are no bodily squirts in the many hells;
   Indeed, life is lived between the legs,
   Producing demonic offspring from spermatozoon dregs
   Of our deviant desires and eternal intentions
   To eclipse the modesty of Saintly confessions!"