You are but a candid creature, cut off from the divine grace of God.
Venturing forth into the unknown oceans for the conviction of "knowledge."
The stifling droning of his choir will corrupt your insistent reasoning.
As you procreate remedies submerged within the declivities of Paradise.
Consuming the insidious fruit, tainted coral of which men were forbidden.
Transform your fleshly palate through sacrilege and degradation.
Knotting the bridge between the metaphysical with the corporeal stratum,
The echelon beseeches the Apocryphon by way of holy intercession.
Observe, as your analysis provokes your cerebrum's malformed Genesis.
You are a negligent being, rifely merged through the consciousness of God.
I wrote this after playing Water Womb World, a video game by Yames, whom really inspired this. I really loved his exploration into more esoteric content, and his dealing of religious subtopics. His wording are one of my favorite parts of his games, and it always succeeds in grabbing my attention. His aesthetic within his games are another love of mine. I really enjoy this work, and I hope that you all do too. I know it's been awhile, and I'm currently ongoing towards college. Still I wish to "get back into the swing of things" and continue my writing. Thank you all! :)
