Fall apart. As ripped pages, in the worn book perched on your shelf. Begging for mercy. Pleading, to be opened. Unhinged, the lies pour, into a bottomless pit, where mercy is belittled. You laugh, because He He will salvage you. The laugh of a scream, can depict the sanity.
Your sheep, dear sir, are follow a flock of knave beings. Preachings split and unopended wound. Red, the whale swallows, an apple possesses. The wound is in your mind. In your heart. Do you worship a fairytale?