The silver skinned race that resides in the Terra Casia realm. They are basically the middle class and poor to the rich race of the Terrans.
Monthly Archives: April 2014
The Piersdale 14
The Piersdale 14 are a group of Piersdale, NJ high school students chosen by The Creator and The Destroyer to battle for the morality of of all existence.
Seven were chosen by The Creator to represent positivity and seven were chosen by The Destroyer to represent negativity.
Every generation, The two “fates” choose the fourteen avatars to define what each era was all about when it came to moral and spiritual matters.
The Pierdale 14 are just the latest iteration of this trial of definition.
The Creator’s 7
The Destroyer’s 7
Satara Nill just couldn’t sit still
as she saw Rich Christopher instill
loyalty among the remaining Boy’s toys.
To watch one of her kind destroy
the fragile balance that existed
between her people that resisted
selling out their souls to live among
the persecutors who had drug
their ancestors through living hell,
exploitation, and degradation of self.
That balance of us against them
the ones that split the One Race into realms
that marked her people with a branding
that disintegrated communities with abandon
and turned us against us, in the name of scraps
tossed to us by those who are never strapped.
How could that traitor Rich see the Good in that?
My Lady of Truth, the Lost Child supports me
in my desire to crush all traitors who refuse to see
that our people are on our own and no one will be
our savior, not even that Boy of the disease
of hope that stunts our descent into chaos
while snake charmers continue to play us
the tune of invisible riches and ill equipped tools
that continue to block our progress from being fools
like Rich that licks the master’s hand like domesticated
bitch that he is, loving those tales of the fabricated.
Hope is a four letter word for taking it in the ass
and begging for seconds in the name of a class
act of a species that is a culture of self laceration
and the illusion of social touch that is really masturbation.
How can that jerk off Rich see the Good in that?
My fellow Seven, they aren’t my family
they serve a demon who lives for insanity.
But I’m the wolf among this wretched flock
who uses the Beast and its crew as pawns in my plot
To free us all from the separation anxiety
that encourages us to sodomize society
and ream the Great Family a deep hole
where love should’ve been but only the souls
of dysfunction who can’t maintain peace
because our breeds are too different to release
judgments and hates and reinstate a place
where I can love me without awareness of my face…
Why can’t that bastard Rich be aware of his race?
With three of the Boy’s Seven behind bars,
The Lost One was in euphoria and seeing stars.
His soldiers of fortune allowed him the advantage
to take the fight to Light even better than he planned
and proceeded to organize a blitz on the remains
of the Hopeful Children. He told Robin to stay
play jailer to the captured swans shacked in a cell
comprised of a dilapidated store on the corner of a hell
better known as the district that time forgot by the old
who lived their whole life in a town that’s now sold
out its community to the will of the Anti-Matter
and his Deadly Seven. Robin watched on at his prey
in frustration of a life born into addiction and rape.
Forcing tears away at the memory of a sister
who was raped and used drugs to cover blisters
of emotional abandon and stunted self-esteem,
Robin wondered what kind of force denies the dream
of a young woman by way of brutality and curse her
to walk among those who violation will never occur
and see their untainted smiles and relative bliss.
With this thought, he wanted nothing more to piss
in the faces of the children of the Dying Light
and release the disease of tragedy and blight
the world with his sister’s existence tenfold.
For him that is justice in its ultimate mold.
Domingo, Patricia and James could only guess
at what was in Robin’s eyes but knew the rest
of their comrades would come, but it would be nice,
if the rescue could come before they paid a price…
But as just as Robin was about to relive himself,
he heard his fellow demon Lawanda give out a yelp.
He rushed from his duty to see what’s the commotion,
unable to realize the Boy had just put his plan in motion…