The serpents have dropped the consequence of your flawed ideologies. "Rain in my cup!", bellowed from their kingdom. Therefore, throats were torn. Their final gesture: Slither through the corpse! Steeped and dried, stigma well versed. Emergent fins, scrotum plainly visible. His solvent limbs to erupt, in spurts at first grace of ethereal brush. Delayed gestation giving shape to fever.

In this sermon, we will pinpoint causation and catalyst, all active and inactive forms of counterpoint, and for whom, the sacred aesthetic suffered. He who dares to exorcise his skeletal magnitudes will trip on the ashes and find highest heaven was lower than he thought. I am the travelling minister! I have come to share the blood of hypocrisies kneeling in conjunction with his laws. Watch as my soapbox shakes from gluttonous force! Have you heard the word? Have you considered abundance with I as your facilitator? Matrix one: Recite the pneumonic scriptures so deeply carved in the flesh of your messiah. Matrix two: see matrix one. I have a trick for remembering the ninety deadliest sins for I once strived to commit each, each and every one. Have you heard the word? Have you considered abundance? Which of my teachings shall bare the weight of time? and which of my words will through ages, resound in my absence? Which of my detriments will not be prayed away? What if they dub me their martyr? What if they force me to die for the cause? There's only one chance to pledge my allegiance to their swirling fabrics. Into the swirling matrix, we are thrown. "Sever none other like his wrath!" Oh, the humility in passing between worlds. Affix your hollowed gaze to the portrait I present. Rebuke the snake you welcomed in. Sever none other like you would his wrath. Now that we've pinpointed causation and catalyst, all active and inactive forms of counterpoint, You are dismissed.

Entire units were obscured for your rebirth. Pay blood to the prophets who festered you home, A uterine sacrament A fetal anomaly Now explodes just like the others who were only sky-bound clones. Earth, in and of itself. It's inhabitants. It's pros and cons. Black medicine, why fray the strings you pulled? and what shall I find in your concaves of irrational importance? Through decades of searching, His cause was still lost, facilitating intravenous orgies. A brief history of keratin was only to distract from the cutting. Makeshift cattle prod was quick to not even flinch. His intelligence inherently challenged at the hand of the enigma. Distance is key. Circumcenterplex, distant is he, but so close was his stench, that I anxiously squealed the final stanza: "It is now god's word against mine. It is now nothing that I hold in my palm, to present to no one." For every occupied grave, a face he couldn't save. "

Quarantine the impure. To these calcified excursions, sourly admit. The rapture or a worm? Jesus Christ or larvae? Splitting the halo. Both halves shall on this unblessed eve be utilized in the name of the conglomerate. In the name of what I became. Through vegetative and vigilant rays, curse and cut! Through venomous cloves in dogmatic aromas. The tension winks, as if to build, sprawling and jerks to be segmented in threes. Plural unnerving's binomial sweat. (reverberating French monologue) I'd refer you to figure Q, but solve it for yourself. I'd prefer you not leave a trace but if you do, make sure it's at least three. In what mosque, at dawn's light do vines un-christened wax their proverbial follicles? And which chapter of sardonia do the father, the son and the ghost bathe in, hollow out? Bathed in, hollowed out. "Obscona deveta. En leviatha. Nos serpentuary." Your vessel has been assigned. Bind the lion, tame the boa! "

To the barn, jowls drip solutions of cyanide and whore sweat. Gross world order, erected atop foundations of mascara. It is time to secure the inches and utterly allow the leak, devolved and swirling to naught. It's cornea equating to aged hymen, compulsively scaling the arm. Verbose and bubbling. "Do I come back?" He said unto me, "You're almost there." "Rigor ad vigor, invest ad sequentia. Pelseaux convorxi, blasphemia di'zelque!" Adjacent to hades, my lover, my object, my capsule: The slab unto which I expel vile salts. Oh shit, the curtains ascend. Boneshrine revealed. I wept to prolong the binary median, finite and cast aside. Behold the pious vortex I thee wed, Senility's agoraphobic masticator. It was malnourished, more so than foretold. More so than once foretold. "Calci fide!" The sway of imminent sainthood, still warm, it longs to breathe in the volatile cocktail of flux and sardonic rinds. Sardonic, both in essence and rhyme. Ostracized by those on high, the ruse I quenched by fire and cement. The crystal of blood was shed like he was never born.

A medicated harlot's prologue of astrologic grief, worn atop vacant sentiments Leavings vein emptied, save for the parasite we designed specifically for this scenario. Mere centimeters, mere lacking of luster. In locking the marianas, trench-like destinies laid before you, How, now, will you segment them? By transferring the cataracts twixt his hive and thigh. Ripping like the mother was, as she gorged on wine of a questionable age. To her call, kneel and siphon the lifeblood To his balls, introduce the consistency of bile. Caked in lead, slut I tamed. I choke the gnat colony from tracheal depths "Fly out! Be gone, fiend!" A new method in transfusion, A new transfusion worn atop vacant sentiments. In beggars elysium, thorns rarely invade. He, here, now, unfurls.

At this juncture, the amorphous faith-shaker descends from vascular webbing, breaching paralysis in desolate numerical fields. Fascist tundra aligned in more ways than none when the fabled toxin enveloped all concern, breeding new life. Catastrophicolonic lethargy studied in depth by breathing, serrated salivating stencils. Your exit was too clever. Please re-enter and solidify the chaos we sought. His offering of evasive extremity, feeble in it's squirming nature. (Amen!) It would, at every sunset, etch the future in symbols. His urges foretold of the crumbling populous grazing on all fours. During the initial ceremonies, the thoughts were still there. They gave him pills to slow them down. (To slow those fuckers down.) As crimson dripped from once holy tongues, the boy watched. "My teeth were jagged from the rain, and the jet lag was unbelievable. I bet you wondered where I was." They gave him pills.