Lord of the LAWS: The Return of the Encyclical

Bang!

Bang!

Click!

Clack!

Time is running out.

The sound of her voice is starting to echo as early as yesternight, though she's still thousands of miles away from here.

Her intimidating aura is radiating sinisterly piercing as a lance.

Her warmth gives me 1st degree burns.

The cloth around the domicile should be replaced before she steps in two days from today. That same untickled dominion.

To extirpate personal annoyance and ultra-irritation on a despicable incarnate, she commands me.

The arms that are supposed to embrace the weary and lost.

The arms that held the then weak and needy turning to a backsliding ingrate.

The long arms of the law that her presence asserts.

Hers, is a stand of real authority.

For whatever it's worth,

WE MISSED YOU, MOM! WELCOME HOME!