If Not Now, When: An Ode to Sawing Through Zygoma · 12:39am Dec 28th, 2017
Hush, children, and sit around the buzzsaw as I tell you a tale that is sure to brighten even the darkest of hearts.
'Twas the night somewhere near Christmas,
and all around the house,
there was silence to be heard,
because the house's residents were killed by a ballgag filled with period chunks.
And that's how EmoandEdgy was born. Not with a whimper, but with a terrifed scream into the night,
The moonlit sacrificial right,
I saw Satan laughing with delight,