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!"

Green Eunuch (Virgin Mary Crayon Art)

  
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   MORE GREEN EUNUCH CRAYON ART--(THE VIRGIN MARY)
  
   "GREEN EUNUCH" spins the mystical yarn concerning 2 Saints (Virgin Mary/Saint Francis), a Wolf (Gubbio), and a Bio-Mechanical Eunuch (Skunkfire).  The 4some are on the Moon known as Ooba, waaaaaay beyond the Milky Way, battling within this one of many hells, attempting to thwart some of the pain in the Pits of Pandemonium. 
  
  

Green Eunuch (Part 6)

  
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   SIX:
  
   Milton's hell broke loose,
   Yet this time Franciscans not put in the poetic noose;
   Moreover, archfiends falling upon Mary's azure range
   As Francis, Gubbio, and Skunkfire blazed to save Ham from kinda/sorta mange;
   Furthermore, he was a horny dog in the realm of real life,
   Death spawning him a fluidic soul with a manpiece severed by a demon's knife;
   Alas, Mary outside holding off the Satanic flow
   Of winged hellion wanting Her to know
   That their fiery contagion should ignite fear in Her immaculate heart,
   Yet She swung the icy-blue sword into Ooba's terrain, and a mystic glacier did start
   To coldly rise from whence She struck the angelically-forged blade,
   Encompassing the wicked creatures into Han Solo in carbonite made;
   Indeed, the magical weapon when swung poured forth a freeze
   That would frigidly chill any approaching adversary onto their shaking knees;
   Anyway, once the fallen angels defeated, She too ran inside the hellish apartment complex,
   Finding the eunuch holding hot doggish genitalia with a backwards hex,
   And Francis offering the Body of Christ to a Satanic guard
   While Gubbio tackled another hellspawn hard--
   An alien servant, unable to repent after hearing Francis' quicksilver preach,
   For some souls are beyond the Messiah's sublime reach--
   Meanwhile, Skunkfire connected the loins back onto the baking Ham,
   The pornographic sinner's body feeling noble again like a horned ram;
   Next, the robotic eunuch kenned Ham's soul,
   Telepathically telling him to now take forever control
   Over his lewd and lascivious lusts, following the humility of Christ
   To which Quasi-Kaori leapt from the television screen of Ham's imaginative heist--
   Her, a cloned creation of Kristoff's STORMDANCER
   That entertained him while his punishment plagued him like flesh-eating cancer,
   Though now he would bond with a singular Lady,
   Not stepping out on her scar or warts, nor giving into things pink and shady;
   Hence, Quasi-Kaori and Ham bolted from the incarcerating prison,
   Outpacing the Godly 4some that had dreamed the vision
   Of freeing souls bound to the most mutilating hells
   Brainstormed by the Creator of all that reeks and smells--
   Proving Satan can only torture and monstrously malign for so long
   Before the Abrahamic God consoles with a love song,
   And back outside on their legs and steeds--
   The 4some dashed away as to their wisdom that heeds
   Their inviolate escape, undetected and clean,
   Having been surgically precise in defeating something macabre and mean--
   Verily, Evil Intention always wants souls to suffer
   In order for God to magnetically muster
   COUNTERPOISE--oh, it is the flux of the Multiverse,
   Yet the Good God will triumph, love being His purse--
   Forever and ever, eternity never ends
   Though rebirths conclusions of a Holy God's trends.

Green Eunuch (St. Francis Crayon Art)

  
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   GREEN EUNUCH on Mark David King's BlogSpot, yarns the axiomatic, spiritual truth of the Virgin Mary, Saint Francis and his pet wolf Gubbio; plus, Skunkfire, the bio-mechanical eunuch as they trek through the Moon of Ooba in hopes of offering salvation to the many imprisoned slaves of Pandemonium--check her out.
  
   Sincerely, Me . . .

  
   Yes, I know my Crayon Art reminds of Elementary School, but I'm just a poet attempting to forge visual art.  Thank you for your mercy!
  
  

Green Eunuch (Part 5)

  
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   FIVE:
  
   Mary and Francis, both galloping on beasts--
   Francis' in front with an epic war mask inspiring the perpetual Keats,
   Mary behind, Her steed purplish, blending in bareback with Ooba's industrial glow;
   Next, ran Skunkfire on quasi-robotic legs that kept up with Gubbio's mercurial flow--
   Skunkfire hearing Mary chatter to God in the Hebrew tongue
   As the 4some penetrated Ooba's multi-hued architecture that was a scummy slum,
   And only the cosmic herb did mend these here folks' woes,
   For every soul needs solace from the hell that overthrows
   Instead of America in the Year of Our Lord, 2013,
   Where incarceration for narcotic ingestion is the work of a nefarious, political machine;
   Alas, reunite victims with their families; plus, save them from the torture of sodomy in prison,
   Preaching moderation and more moderation--yet that might induce a Libertarian vision;
   Regardless, Skunkfire knew not all of Ooba was stoned or that this moon was one of many hells,
   Telling by the alien cultures in the outside markets and their vegetable cuisine-cooking smells;
   Thus, he took a common fig (Ficus carica) from a Hybrid/Arabian dude,
   Biting into the fruit, getting vitamins and a better mood;
   Then, around a corner to a crimson-gleamed apartment complex
   Francis lifted a hand to quiet them, hoping to avoid an ambush hex
   On them--for theirs should be the holy sabotage of surprise,
   And Skunkfire awestruck as he witnessed the azure glare of salvation in Mary's godly eyes,
   Her pulling out an icy-blue vorpal sword
   From underneath Her midnight cloak fastened by an altruistic Rosary cord,
   And Francis igniting his quarterstaff to full extension and power
   While Gubbio displayed a white fang that might make demons cower;
   Hence, Skunkfire from his back gotta hold of his nuclear-powered crossbow,
   Curious as how to fire the angelically-crafted weapon, yet he did truly know,
   Having faith in Mary's gift that it would smite his demonic adversaries--
   Them wishing to unjustly punish the love of man that in His Heart God carries,
   And the man they were to save--his name was Ham,
   A gelded penectomy his punishment, yet God did not forever damn;
   As a result, the 4some skulked in stealth,
   The hoof beats of the 2 horse-like beasts silent on platinum horseshoes of angelic wealth;
   Next, Francis and Mary did dismount--Francis taking the lead
   And Mary making sure Gubbio and Skunkfire did anchor it up indeed--
   Surely the Eunuch surmised that the Saints and wolf had done this before,
   Storming many a hell to give God a higher score,
   For the Abrahamic Deity was sublimity squared,
   Loving more than any other that in the Multiverse cared.

Green Eunuch (Part 4) THEOTOKOS

  
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   FOUR:
  
   Ooba alive with the glimmering rise of sanguine Sun,
   Illuminating the moon with the innocent kiss of a Carmelite Nun--
   Gentle and inviolate; moreover, on the cheek--
   So wends the way of the carnally meek;
   Furthermore, the Saint, Wolf, and Eunuch awoke
   To a mystical woman encompassed by azure smoke,
   Her attire the black of a midnight eclipse,
   And underneath Her heel an adder didn't hiss
   Though crushed from ever entering Her perfect form
   That was outlined and loved by a God Who did adorn
   Her with perpetual grace and regenerating Virginity,
   Making Her an aspect of the Divine Trinity,
   Being an immaculate mate and holy mother--
   Stronger than the Norse god of thunder,
   Alive forever to heal and love,
   Eternally releasing the Holy Ghost like Noah did with the platinum dove;
   Indeed, She was MARY, so glorious and keen,
   Having a countenance that matched the Milky Way's mien;
   Alas, She was here to guide Her three folk
   Further into hell, thwarting the insidious smoke
   That burned with grief, want, and desire
   For eternal elation dumbfounded into the mire;
   Thus, She revealed a nuclear-powered crossbow,
   Handing it to Skunkfire, and he did know
   That She was the best of Saint and Lady,
   Resonating eternal with a nimbus gleaming hazy,
   For to view Her in complete appeal
   Would reveal the Beatific Vision that then might steal
   All consciousness away from the flowing flock;
   Hence, God muted Her beauty to make better the "Rock"--
   For Pope Peter the 1st once glanced upon Her raven mane,
   And without the humility of the Holy Ghost--She could drive men insane;
   As a result, Catholics and the Orthodox truly know
   That not even the devil's charisma can trump the Virgin's Good Glow.

Green Eunuch (Part 3)

  
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   THREE:
  
   Within the sprawling though modest ornamentation of an industrial warehouse on the moon of Ooba, Francis sits on a non-animal hide sofa, petting Gubbio, partially playing tug-of-war with a lime-green bandana, and Skunkfire watches joyously, marveling at his resurrected existence in this eternity of death.  
  
   FRANCIS
   Did you receive comfort from that seed?
  
   SKUNKFIRE
   Totally . . .
  
   FRANCIS
   Pulls out a box of forest-green cigars and hands them to Skunkfire.  The herb from those seeds are in these cigars.  Truly, even the charismatics understand the totality of death; regardless, only smoke one a day--half in the afternoon, half at night--no more.  It will assist in your acceptance of this supermundane reality.  Like King David says in the Book of Psalms:  "Herb for the service of man."
  
   SKUNKFIRE
   Do you smoke herb?
  
   FRANCIS
   Nope.  A little quasi-Chianti from time to time to make my heart happy.  But like you--some men, downtrodden, need the solace of the Multiverse's Cosmic Nature, as long as it's not abused by way of permabuzz.  Respect the narcotic; moreover, have reverence for it; next, it will never drain your potential but starburst your best essence forth.
  
   SKUNKFIRE
   I think I know why I'm here.  Ignites a cigar with the strike of sulfur, takes two inhalations; then, exhales emerald smoke, his eyes glowing greener, and extinguishes the gleaming cherry on his robotic hand, putting the cigar and box on a table next to his presence. 
  
   FRANCIS
   You were constructed in the Transfiguration Chamber by the Virgin Mary Herself.  It took Her your entire Earthly existence to forge your perpetual form, this sublime, bio-mechanical aspect of angelity that you are--supersymmetrical, yet humble and docile, without the monstrous threat of cosmic testosterone--or too much of it anyway.  Paradise differs for every man--determined by many things such as obedience, disobedience, or pure psychotic love for the Abrahamic God--King David himself is King of the Multiverse, second to only the High King, Christ--though David's sins were despicable, he paid in full with a life of burning loins and a Black Magic offspring so wise that redemption ultimately allowed him favor with God.  Verily, David's love of God is unrivaled--that is the reason he beheaded Goliath, not out of pure courage, but outrage due to the fact that the giant spoke negative profanities against the Supreme Ruler of all the gods.
  
   SKUNKFIRE
   So, what happens tomorrow?
  
   FRANCIS
   It has been written in non-canonized scripture that at a certain time, saints, eunuchs, confessors, and others will purge those suffering in hell--those with no appreciation or service unto Satan, yet locked in eternal misery due to their lack of love for God--not the neutrals mind you, for they choose their Buddhistic eternity wisely, but the unaligned with things ethereal.  Atheists punished for lack of imagination--if ya get me.
  
   SKUNKFIRE
   And we will return a suffering soul to the favor of God?
  
   FRANCIS
   Yes.  A sexual deviant having impregnated 37 women with his unloving seed, him once full of physical pride and love of his own ejaculation.  He resides now on this somewhat hellish moon, locked away in a Satanic apartment, his death offering bodily resurrection followed by penile emasculation.  
   
   SKUNKFIRE
   Ouch.
  
   FRANCIS
   Yep.  And he has been forced to watch foolhardy pornography for decades, watching his detached and maligned penis grow in a glass aquarium to a state of health and normality.  We'll storm the apartment complex, and with the purity of your eunuch hands--you will have the authority to mend his genitalia back onto his disfigured loins, making him whole again--God has denounced his suffering.
  
   SKUNKFIRE
   How will we defeat the Satanic guards?
  
   FRANCIS
   I carry a non-edged quarterstaff carved from the Garden of Eden itself; plus, Gubbio has got some fierce chompers.  And as for you Skunkfire--the VIRGIN will soon arrive with your steeled weaponry.
  
   SKUNKFIRE
   Mary will be here?
  
   FRANCIS
   The Queen of Angels Herself will accompany us on our journey of salvation.  Just know:  Treat Her as if She is the Living Christ, for She is, at least a Holy Half of Him.
  
   SKUNKFIRE
   What did I do to deserve this in death?
  
   FRANCIS
   You suffered in uncanny fashion; at the same time, you kept your love for the concept of the Abrahamic God, His Angels, and His Saints.  You owned your misery brother.  Truly, death is a great adventure for the altruistic.