This moment....this cauldron loosed....how irked I am”.....**** you!.....my secrets flow now?....**** you world of piety and morbid prayer.......you false jestor......you think HE.......looks with vengeance.....you think he faults the souls of the wretchedly lost.........you
fools...........drop.........look..........liste­n.............
Drop now
........no.........COWARD,,,,,!!!..................good and bad........bad  nonononono ......LOOK.....BADSOSIMPLE EH?
Coward!
Drop now!

Open you ******* eyes!...........HE loves uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
This way and that way.......up and down......simple words?,,,,,,,,*******...
Drop now.....!n the Vermeer of the most wretch
        Aske for others!
Or **** youuuuuuuuu....bad...eh?
..........open you ******* heart!,,,,,!
Little ****** imp cherub...........u..........know not him...........only the faults of the beleaguered mist......drop upon,,,,
Look...............back......for I WILL NOT......correct!........it is right....when wrong.....time is equal to no mans space in it....but that of which it is...........
...............when the idle March of June’s day......beckons the tide upon the coast of the day......you shall see.......and you shall love
.........how can I reckon the behemoth of this.....with the jilted thoughts of your piety................ you have silver......and I seeek wood.............out of somewhere odd it came........silver...silver.....GIVE ME WOOD.....I heard my teacher then.....speak me to me....................
.........listen
Pray for me in your lost temple of marble......I pray......I talk......I laugh.........I love
I do....
You can
........a n y w h e r e