There Is Nothing To Say About It

There is Nothing to Say About It There is nothing to say about it No words to describe it at all There are no words at all to describe the mass slaughter of innocents, the relentless malignant progressions of the evil black-moving cloud of terminations, the toxic metastasizing ooze of outright annihilations, the blood-gurgling regurgitations, and the blood-spurting decapitations. There is nothing to say about it. Nothing to say at all. No words to describe the hopeless piercing cries of the infidels the whimpering terrified pleadings of the condemned the silent gasping inhalations of the dying There is nothing to say about it. No words to describe it at all! My heart at 62 years has not seen anything like this at all! Never anything like this at all! I have not seen this outrageous slaughter before at all! There is nothing to say, except… These are the days! The days of this unkind hour; the days before the great onslaught! Before this massive earthly descent to the lowest places, the smelly dank places, the rotting miasma of the dead places. There are no words to describe it! There is nothing to say at all!