Roland Deschain
@iam-roland.bsky.social
I hear tell of a great evil stirrin’ here in this world, sai, a darkness risin’ like a storm over the land. I’ve been drawn to this place, by ka’s will, to stand against it and bring it low, if the Tower permits
I’ve met a leader here , this man o’ the blue coat, and his tale rings true—masked men with guns roam yer streets, and folk vanish, screams echoin’ like Gilead’s last stand ‘gainst Farson’s horde.
As a boy, I felt that dread ‘fore the fall. Ka’s wheel turns dark here; What path do ye set me on?
As a boy, I felt that dread ‘fore the fall. Ka’s wheel turns dark here; What path do ye set me on?
September 25, 2025 at 9:46 PM
I’ve met a leader here , this man o’ the blue coat, and his tale rings true—masked men with guns roam yer streets, and folk vanish, screams echoin’ like Gilead’s last stand ‘gainst Farson’s horde.
As a boy, I felt that dread ‘fore the fall. Ka’s wheel turns dark here; What path do ye set me on?
As a boy, I felt that dread ‘fore the fall. Ka’s wheel turns dark here; What path do ye set me on?
I came ‘neath yer Capitol’s false Tower to hail yer king, but thick-skulled men cried “Immigrant!” and cast me down. Months I rotted in Florida’s swamp-cage, ‘scaping in September’s shadow. Now I walk wary, hunted—ka’s wheel turns. What path to this blight’s heart?
September 25, 2025 at 9:29 PM
I came ‘neath yer Capitol’s false Tower to hail yer king, but thick-skulled men cried “Immigrant!” and cast me down. Months I rotted in Florida’s swamp-cage, ‘scaping in September’s shadow. Now I walk wary, hunted—ka’s wheel turns. What path to this blight’s heart?
Aye, sai, I passed that sketch to the ANTIFA folk—yer escalator turned trap—settin’ loose a dire moment when they halted the lift with this Trump inside, a shock to echo through the ages like a gunshot in the desert. Ka’s will be done, but the Tower trembles at such deeds.
September 25, 2025 at 9:22 PM
Aye, sai, I passed that sketch to the ANTIFA folk—yer escalator turned trap—settin’ loose a dire moment when they halted the lift with this Trump inside, a shock to echo through the ages like a gunshot in the desert. Ka’s will be done, but the Tower trembles at such deeds.