Pestilent Prison Systems: Building Monstrosities Out Of Blessed Cloth.

Tingles ran up my arm as we drank leeches like they were lepers own sweet booze, and only the log fires burned with no smoke as you sucked the tears from our eyes like the pesticidic insects that sucked the soul from your bone marrow and turned it into the concrete we use to erect our revered monuments to fallen heroes in a mockery of what it was truly like to die thousands of miles away from home.