by Nick Gisburne
For seven hundred years we’ve held the line.
The Horde has never wavered. Still, we wait.
The enemies who threatened the Divine
Are utterly, unquestionably late.
I mentioned this to Sentry 26,
Who split a circuit crafting his reply.
“Your doubts are part and parcel of their tricks.
Respect the Book. Look up. Defend the sky.”
“But what if war is found to be a fraud?”
I posted to a code-encrypted chat.
“We’re sitting on our metal mud flaps, bored.
They’re never coming. Choke your chips on that.”
In truly unexpected, tragic news,
The Automatic Pope has blown a fuse.
