it's but the choir-imbued presence of god, and the vacuous presence of a devil that tempts me in both thought & deed, to attempt the puritanical testimony of evil... it's so quiet down in hell, you can even hear the devil think, and be made to testify as a schizoid fakery.

of men hell-bound,
so few are of stock
that might make them
interesting.

ex homines
     obligatus infernum
paucci sic ex est truncus
id potentia illis facere
dulcis.

                  it's beyond testifying
"pig" latin, not *porcus latin...
it's copernican latin -
given that the ancients wrote
like the modern arabs,
i.e. grammatically from
e.g. **** sapiens,
i.e. man wise -
  i.e. wise man,
i.e. copernican with a wonder:
left to right,
or right to left?

           is that dull-cheese though?
and is that ****-er-er,
or foo-cciere?
i invoked the cappuccino for
the pau-ki...

but it's true:
  the most interesting of men never
gravitate to fathom heaven,
or abide by a presence in such a realm:
the brilliant genius, or
puritanical evil leaves them
lost for words before the scorn of god...

no man of interest ever resides in heaven,
hell scolds god's wrath by
inviting all the interesting fellows
to its womb's abode -
        
question is:
             where do all the ****** go?