The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!

From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!

And thus blows the snows of my discontent...

And deep they shall lay upon the ground...

Yes, it is snowing and has been snowing for an eternity. This chills me to the very core of my existence and there is no way I can possibly stop the visions I have of the end of life on this planet. All I can see is a white suffocating blanket straight out of Hell smothering all that dares to be out in it. Nothing appears as it was just a week ago. All landmarks have been swallowed up by the marshmallow fluff from the Heavens...

And it was not brought about by Heaven...

This world's a-gearin' up for the next Ice Age and there is not stoppin' it...

There are no stops on the Polar Express...

All our tickets are one way so enjoy the ride for there is no turning back or getting off...

And thus blows the Snows of my Discontent...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word...