Malefic Condescension II

Angels on fire,

       Six ashen char onyx black wings no bell ever tolled for exist as a prelude to naked light epidermis forms of seraphim who never sung the creative genesis evacuation of the red tide sea shores of hidden life came evolutions a code of broken no one left alive moral trench fibre k-nine death stench ethics of the scythe bearing ancient soul oblivion swell, Death Himself.

In earnest anticipation of,