Besieged by Sick: Verbiage

Void Shift,

     Diagnosed with Parselmouth, Forked double edged tongue of malignant truth divides hatred and lies from left to right, Open wing of a redemption angel on her road up from hell liberated consciousness into awareness for the soul, Control of the self system handed over from a death pool of sulphur that doesn't exist, Where Cerberus dwells is utter silence, Void of terror after a great divorce of the unmended heart's choice in a grey twilight town beyond the borders of life, Truth met a long cobblestone side walk down forever's impending eternity lane where freedom to extol was determined by homogenised perceptions accepted by self near the well at the world's end, Where discretion cut love's breathing room in half as a resolute manifestation of avarice carpe diem, Even before the gates of fate; Some call heaven.

     No one should've ever lived for mansions in the eternal dimension...

In earnest anticipation of,
VoT