Lord,
These fateful deductions of air molecules flutter,
Noone utters their thoughts passed out on plates!!

Peaches traded for wakes of full moon glow,
Creatures cometh from beneathe,
The Beelzebub waits on hold,
Scrolls not sold,
for the ambrosial father tightens his glistened box!!!!

Where shangri-la waits to open,
No hellion can chooseth his stop!!!!!