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This is my crummy attempt at Crayon Art--I'm try'n man! This is a pic of HEL--the malevolent Nordic goddess. Her iniquitous character has recently emerged within my ongoing theological fiction known as GREEN EUNUCH. Thanks to Google Search Engine for displaying superhero sketches and such--I based this on a super-symmetrical pic by Joseph Brewster--he is the real creative genius, not me. Haven't drawn in over a decade; I'm attempting to forge Crayon Art by way of visually mimicking charcoal (I think) sketches; next, I clumsily add crayon hue to my shaky-handed felt-tipped attempt. So, check out GREEN EUNUCH as the Virgin Mary, Saint Francis and his pet wolf Gubbio; plus, the Green Eunuch himself (Skunkfire) attempt to free the Moon Ooba (WAAAAY BEYOND THE CREAMY MILKY WAY) from Pandemonium-like lunacy--its hellish region ruled by Hel herself and Fenrir, her wolfy brother. Be well.
Sincerely, Mark David King
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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!"
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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.
