Faroese Beaches of Perdition
In the far, far North on the Isles of sheep. Innocence seduced by satanic evil. Where gentle sweet creatures convulse, bleed and weep. Agonizing screams from beaches primeval. Driven by compassion with kindness our guide, Challenging the arrogant blood smeared blade. Towards psychopaths we’re on course to collide, On cold beaches where depravity is displayed. Behind the smiling cheerful Nordic faces, Staring sadistically in the faces of pain, Of empathy within their eyes – no traces. Smothered by a foul…