Xtinction Agenda

Whether on green, unbroken crests
Or across the barreled boneyard,
Love fetches and lifts.
Keep your ear close to the face of the wave,
Let its thunderous static surround you.
"Two bricks coming up."

Faced with the threat of burning, crawling, infectious hatred,
Of mothers clutching babies, popping thin skulls on cobblestone,
Of last days in the third Cybertronian war,
The second king quested and beguiled
Ripped wisdom from the heart of his son,
And in a sacrifice of souls proclaimed, "Now light our darkest hour."
"- But Prime, I'm just a soldier. I'm not worthy.
- Nor was I."

He asks you to ask questions about yourself,
All the while imagining a scalpel-sharp blade
Severing your horizontal fissure, 
Soft pink cubes soon soaked in vinegar
For ten minutes or more,
Before washed, salted and spiced, 
Cooked and finally fried,
A thin sliver of smile across his face.
 
"You have to convince yourself the lion is not in the room. When it is, I assure you, you will know."

The pressure of sex
Bends mirrored love
Like stone on spandex;
It shatters it
into thin sharp fragments,
And then mends it,
fitting glass madly,
Until time and choice collapse.
 
"Time to win some hearts and minds!"

How cool is this comic? We didn't even talk about the costume re-design. The costume re-design was literally the least interesting thing about this comic. And that's not a slight. It's a cool re-design. A cool re-design in a cool comic. For cool people. Like you.