Beer O wulf heads to the corner store.
On the lone plain a destitute figure carrying
a map of Pennsylvania and a sword from the Knights of Templar meeting house,
lurches violently and then rights himself.
"I am the Ur-risen, the saved, the holy of god/Death and I shall be I unto thou, brethren of humble prostitution!"
He flayed at a juniper bush which artfully dodged his swordplay.
The map drops from his clutch and lands in a puddle.
"Damn"
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