The pale fleeing, infuriating, face delivered to my reflection stays
    quiet with each
     consecutive gouging of intrepids:
       sail with dense silly notions, fly with brevity though not
        victimless and see the nascent effect of time- a clockwork of
          banal adept inscriptions on a graffiti wall ... That each once upon a time sordid, broken and feckless sought a soul of strength to
  wrench the doomed momentum of an eased contemplation... Through reveries discovered and abandoned
Seek the sought out souls from which the origin, decisive, now leans into
A jib changing, forcing the wind to deliver its deathly toll
Revive the cuneiform straggler singing in luatony- public places
   singing, scampering hymns to deliver you and even us
Morphic pondering. though shall stand clear...
     and clear that you shall stand
Enter Demons' bane and Angels' empathy
Clouds of black in the morning sunrise
  fanned by the oblivion galaxies who swirl and
    taunt your aspirations
Again sanity and decency from which all proclaim to be from;
Starts day to night and daylight savings torn into black
   as memories serving sit with a throne of disdain and future
    looking forward in eternity may be the futures looking back

when you know
your love is
an eternal truth
then
What does it take ...?
if waterfalls break...
if sensations wince killing all hubris as enigmatic
what love does it take to satisfy...
the worlds quest for unceasing champions form of *******
if she lay in her state of life lifeless what breaths do I breathe
to bring all of Merdith's fascinating luscious contempt for weakness back to life?
All shadows shade in with a darker charcoal of tones bearing dismissal and denial
Yet all fast connecting brilliances
sunshine mornings and
debts of pride
for having cost a moment
too much to be without love;
cost absu the valiance
cost grace killing friends
and bounty of creations
Is this unsupined is a sophistry to furthest deny
or the plain real...
contemplations that deliver only
  the furthermost pronounced civility
   of heavy burdens of love
To an azure sky and emerald home
     with wife and children

This is the world that listens to the sanctuary...
These are the beasts that have lost all their minds...
Then and now the powers that be will unveil
As the stalking animal, till deaths done
Ascend forms of evil
Talking, telling tales the death of a friend...
"I'm not your God, Satan will evolve, touch the
magics strain and decry!"
Yet this is the time the devious demons plan, not soon enough they lie and argue adept as thyne
Now they see who holds the fortunes of the golden sunrise
Treats of the righteous fall by the wayside as hunting words
avail inside
Let the fallen and forgotten morbid angels forever be undone
This battle is now, you wear the sleeve of the begotten
A priest in the trench, seductress enchants and you relinquish now your self writhe in the hearth of the rotten  
There are two species here of the human age
A slanderous light cusps, leans, grants and excises
Though beasts are done uncaged
and people bled from craft of past slices
It is now, the few ravenous burdened, dealers of pain
whom turn, and form the heightened wars and gather the young
for the anathema reign has begun today!
Hail hail avenues shy and provoked have eased the peoples
sly syndromes of pretentious deservance to allow for this
Each has stood, understand that we must never underestimate the crooked daily crucifix which lay upon us

When what truth which eases essential vanity
  defines the next thought
There is another mephesto, hunting, dreaming
  believing tearing a heart
******, pale, defined by gaunt avail, the true nuisances acclaim
Pith and torrid, bounced about frail victims now fraught  
Whom Etched stayed chiseled caustic
     Sanskrit cleanses avarice now from  
      sentient words of Angels ... to whom do you belong?

Made from deviant pillars which hold the Earth
  and fear ever essence
Kneading it’s morbid vows emblems of Satan
    worthy of every marriage and within every vow

Listen, one must listen to deliverance so demure so
  loutonous so as the evil one’s appear
More than masks abiding by the glamourous defense
Pretend for those that scheme together with the best
Soon shall endurance and the sanctimonious
curtsy snipes make less
   ...of the more

And the more shall bleed moralless
  as the need flails at sallow wisdomless one's
Liche dancing queen haughty breasted women
   and *** for hire clean
Lest our virtue stand betwixt the void and who doth
thou claim to be
Malevolent jists benevolent yearly cherubs
and seasonal witches  
Shall all scree and scribe
And make eschuance zenith for the  Drachnire flames from eternity ...that spilled their spells to Heaven... are defied by the existence of the great ones’... inculcation, step, hold, believe not

What little of death did the game afore- now waylays for what  
   little symposium or affective ascensional
     rights forced to valiance

Once and inside cut by knife once again
Did soist wenches their heroes and the Gods now believe  
  hold the cause to effect trying to moushet; flagrant violence peace affronts validation nuances and complete glory for gang revolution