"What type of bean will rot if planted in the ground 'neath a glorified sky? The human-bean." - Saint Ingratious of Abberbabber. And so did I sight the forbidden city, ruled over by the seemingly bucolic king; of such sights did I spy, that thine eyes would reject to make ill-fated Sodom seem as a City of Light. At first light ttis was a city apparently of hunters clad in furs of kills - but 'where then, the meat,' wondered I? The rabble yiffed and growled: a queer sight as though I beheld the legendary Ark, but on plank was naught two of every animal - but one - in only homosexual paring. True, there be breasted beastmen yet let this not beguile thine readed eye, for 'neath these hides, too, was men. All perdition should open up and take this city alive! Surprise the city should not sink - the foundations must be true, as solid as stone, thick as mountains - for below the unruined ruins was a boggy fecal mire: human dung which men rolled upon, of which some ate, or were forced to feed. It was as a haze of shimmering heat did follow 'cross the ground; an 'eye-trick,' thought I? Though, nay: it was not the slip of heat but the tumblings of man upon man, "skritching" all around. Such perversity - I indulged in heresy: 'surely, god made not ALL things?! For these, of his, they cannot be. Satan takes men in many ways, but this sight is even to gay for He.' Cur-like collars adorned them all, bodies pocked by viral "fleas" - gaunt were they, dotted in red, scourged by blisters that came from their nethers and did not stop until the entirety of they were festooned in STD's (Satan's Touch Defined.) And those furs - unnatural were they! In shapes I knew and saw from my travels abroad, but of no known or natural fur were they, and caked and matted with spots of white and dried up looking grays. ... OPEN WIDE, OH HELL, AND TAKE THEM AWAY! Then I saw, as it were, a folding of skin. Perhaps an angel of light had been with me all along. I saw a man and a boy engaged in carnal throws, of phallice inside phallice, unnaturally, and then: both men's behind - their "ass" - Lord help me, their anus... opened wide - pulled apart, as wide as an abyss, and folded over both men. They were stolen away, fell inside their anuses, into what I can only hope to say would be hell. Then, a vision was shown to me: of Devil's and men at play... It could not be! From falling through their sphincters, these "furries" that they are, were cast to hell - but did not suffer, NO! They fell as hard as stones yet their landing was soft, into the out-stretched arms of men: safely into a furpile. Furries met carnally furies and both came to be engorged with nightmarish fuel. Of hell even these men were to pervert! The Devil, of cloven form, welcomed them just like his own. Prancing daintily round and round the circular rings of hell, these fur caked men let slip many-a hideous orgasmic growl. They actually liked the coals up their ass!! And of poor Virgil and Dante, who were there as wanderers - swept away way they. A tide of leather and faux animal hide; of men in bear-claw charms. ... Never again will I walk the path of God, for He hath forsaken all mankind. In death, even, there is no respite. The world belongs to these god forsaken curs.