*****, it seemed, From waves Thrown off enraged Moonbeam's gaze (dripping suicide)- Harsh eyes of this purity. Vessel of Law In her impersonality, Jag notching June hours Crimson Muttering mumbles of an Orgasming pigeon By Agamemnon's grave.
Geometries of smoke In which the violent Of this town Seek out their Lucidities Where rage's mute exile Stares Through arrogance as masks At auguries found in *****'s morning shades of Hopsital, puke's Colour spectrums For oblivion.
Skeletoning a Blasphemy Of Lunar gleams By green inks Plus Cannabis Light's Ether From Stars' shine Boning an Evil Gnawed in The Moon incensed Grasses.