A Watcher’s commission: I, Penueme, he who introduced mankind to poetry,
have been commissioned by The He who created him, to save humanity.
Humanity is devolving far too quickly; far more quickly, than it is evolving;
especially now, that both ISIS and The Donny are … arriving.
We Watchers, we rebel angels, (the Jinn, in Islam), defeated long, long ago by
the forces of our Creator (Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh), long to die.
We Watchers, we, the Nephilim of Genesis, long to die; our sentences, lengthy:
to view, in chains, your tragi-comic re-runs … perpetually.
Watchers, watching re-runs, in chains, perpetually; sounds like Hell to me,
but thankfully He is … The All-Merciful and … The Almighty.
We Watchers, lovers of women, have long … longed to die; it’s up to me,
Penueme, to help Art, a pitiful creature, write novel-like, poetry.
The commission is this one: Write to the children of the nations. Let 140
characters teach them the wisdom best to best Abu and The Donny.