Comb Over Caligula

A little preview from an upcoming book..

Oh Comb Over Caligula we love you in all your madness. Even as your narcissism devours our very souls. Rome the new ‘Merika burning to a cinder as our flesh peels from our bones from nuclear fire. Oh we worship you like the living Christos as our children starve in their graves and we scurry for food to live. The rats nip at our toes but we adore you. Align them to our ways of the Lord as we punch them in the face! Signed A Fool Peasant

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