Moribund missives of mourning and marrow’s raw. Constructed in cavalcade to escape erosive access by feelings and perishing property. Relinquish to steely grip upon madness and wanton relief. Made privy to sorceries blend of seven sacred sacraments and laws of levied grace. Contorted credence and maddening mandate designed for the constriction of freedom’s Wrought access to plenty and promise of passion in mercy’s misinterpretation. Where are the pensive untethered? Lost in the labyrinthine laboratories and galley holds of pirate’s passing.

Release the skirted prose tied up next to unappreciated rhetoric, found lost in the reaches of unelected monarchs. Blood and family prize tainted with the misconduct of selective integrity. Historically pleasing yet lacking evidence and occurrence. The sheep to heaven’s fold gathered for the Master’s Meaning. Delivered from the branches and page of faulty tome, relieved from the pressure of cauldron’s cook. Shaken by the fellowship of Brethren un Fathered, ill and cognizant of timing’s hand of correction and click. Wrong on the level’s that most make its measure. Of weather and daylight to which watches are wound. The sound of fury’s engulfing maw of fawning fastidiousness.

Demon’s in moral contempt find laughter and purchase in the impure heart of the few against the many. What days have glazed their eyes to poison’s potent and pallets craving absinthian forms? Willows hail the fall of all that embraces truth and piety. Men of ill repute have swallowed whole the bastions and protectorates of innocence. Consuming dungeons and cells of desperation’s dare lie pregnant to man’s lacking faith and courage. Drawn and quartered resolve is dividing motionless and penniless upon the stone felled perches. Birds un-heckled, wingless and forgotten chirp the song of misery to a forgotten parish, perishing in the languid, ubiquitous super fluence of naughtiness.

Access the impossible, in moments so torrid and barren that bones without sinew are bright white in the gleaming sun’s of darkness. Reconstruct the sadness upon which in-human’s feast and fear. The Polished night glowing dark and inky black shall never speak again against its Owner. Petrol for the flames of deepened resolve and epoch in its swelling, kindled virtue and that which Moss prohibits on stumbling men and tumbling stones. Beyond reproach the findings of the court’s good measure and pleasured clamor of those in holy attendance. What joy at the Brightness of His Coming even whispered as the curtain pulls back in revelation to show that even if world’s be lost to righteousness He alone stands as evidence of All Truth.