Hive Minded XVI

Laminated,

     No moral contract fibre clause on the back onyx fire never solves the pretentious complex question of the soul, Through the worms of shadow delved exist the dregs of a pariah ethereal realm where exists the sacred dark numb version of hades we entitle the lowest form of life is hell half bent forever twisted by the vacant bones toss as vermilion bleeding out word sticks thrown after the verbal battering rams of stones cascading down upon the nearly hollow victim without solace.

In earnest anticipation of,