it
begins with confession as to permit faith into its heart through belief in
ascension; the nuts with bolts those countenance glories while I ask to make a
tent. such furious deliverance as when a child is injured wherewithal a remark
in spirit. I was wayward, into dementia existence, surrounded by something
unfruitful: as a draftsman so accursed facing such slander or disgrace or fever,
it wasn’t understood. I loved like shepherds or cared for sheep while fretting
goats. the turn of our faces as we dishonor our wealth while a man will give
about anything to believe in you. but a chef of words or horderves depicting
silence so acute into a feeling fretting his madness. by virtuoso of the
chemist or psychology at its heights insomuch as a daughter maintains utter
discontent. but I would adore essence or nailed to doors or sudden into tongues
as they flourished. the distrust of rabies those backgrounds we fail to mention
while Love ached for multiple footage. by craft or skill or eureka into
creativity; as dying for truth or un-carving helium where a smile was nice as
it passed.
sour apostasy. a woman despises
faith. such a decent creature. I can’t fathom our era, the buttress of the
disgusts, or such ecumenical controversy. such promise in finesse, or
conquering passions, when a soul is used—with such expectation! so confusing
around our necks where majority isn’t ruling their lives. such sweet god in me
greets the god in you, while we debate the helm. too many footprints. our rooms
lose sanctity. our fire becomes irritation. but Love was gentle, she spoke eloquence,
we died arriving at our weaknesses.
