Its time to stop!

 Those, who weaponize childrens games, for political gains; 

those, who molest the comic book vendor, to insert their ado. 

All, who want to signal virtuoso, shall be Kasparoved remains; 

don't harm the children, let theirs calamity besiege Whiteravens stains.

Those, who trade with smears, to make the children cry: "Why'd you?!"

If all is fair in love and War, make em drop like flies in vacuum hose do.

My Kung-Flu is strong, to molest the intolerant, who crave for safespaces vain!!

The state is divided from the church; the politics is divided from the trading card, no?

If thus no say, then thus no play.  Mayday on those Nay-Nay's who drove Dexter insane...

Zozo; Abraxas; Lyssa; Phobos -- may you rot their candy, who toil with Bob's Sideshow!!

The first Apocalyptic Rider -- "Trouble" is looking for thou, if you don't wish to be bowed, 

as was Dagon, in his Court, you will Love it My Way!! May Madness; Mayham and Despair lane.

Godspeed and take heed, feast on those white alps, who play M.I.B while the stores ablaze; 

Let there be a Highway for Godspeed, for the Square root of "I want justice not law!" is coming Town!!

Precimpt upon precimpt for the Obama-mount; cups filled with liquid instilled outrage went postal; 

AmBush met the lipservice of Clinton to wager the worth of Usha. Let Doeg catch em all, digimon.

Indiana Jones will hunt for elongated skullduggers in a Mole - S.T.-show in Air Force One costal; 

the heat will wave its sweet vibrations to let Corona Chan surf up the privileged and haughty thrall.

Why have you gone there, not into your own tents nor into the temple -- oh Israel and Išmael? šmon!

If theres no time to make up, then it wont be time for your rebuilding either!! Bileam says Simon...

It's time to stop, go back to the beginning. Stubborn shall be tossed on the rocks, like broken seashells.