Aw, here we go

[but_fearitself]

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from

Comments

[mellifluous_ink]

Mustard gas. Also I think summoning the Great Ones is like, the most potent mind-fuck a druggie connoisseur of mind-altering might want.

...The nazis did that, right? Tried to summon the Old Ones?

I clearly read too much Hellboy.

[but_fearitself]

What drugs are y'all on, and where can I find some.

[mellifluous_ink]

I don't think you want the drugs I'm on, dear.

[but_fearitself]

There's a song?

[mr_nygma]

Will you be shooting up in your eye?