A blood red moon in ellipse warned of a clear and present danger.
Earlier a madman mimicked Mussolini, chin thrust high, eyes slit tight, nuclear bombast on a frightful night, half the audience bombed on Koch.
Before the Bund rally began Gollum announced his precious Master then escorted him down the aisle eyeing potential assassins, ready to pounce if any dared draw too near. The fear of plague, ghastly death and bad numbers kept most out of reach. The sulfurous lord was in the Right element, and as he preached chawed on Brutus and Cassius, who writhed behind him in painful delight at the prospect of the apocalypse. Judas was praised to high heaven and blown a kiss that night.
Before the morning star rose the moon bled red then faded from sight, the earth soon bathed by the sun’s warm light. And among the living and those brave enough to fight, the Word began to rise, righteous people in their millions chanting: “Organize!”