Never knew G-d,
Too keep a ransacked hope forsaken oath, Formulated on the bliss abandoned lips of a myriad sea thousand wondrously hate sinking words, Expressing burnt humiliated offerings of inhospitable tolerant disdain for the mythical apocalyptic zombie god's worst broken cross promise, Spell double woven hexagram craft upon a disavowed Jew never holocaust thin legendary son who died... A fairy distant shrapnel memory ache tale of three post Armageddon days in brimstone's hell resurrection, What makes inhumanity sad, It is our worst fears... That either way, hands that were meant to heal, have surrendered to the adages of nurture's cursive miserable contempts, To selfishly wound one another, This is our well carpe profitable golden road north diem sandcastle universe funeral.
In earnest anticipation of,
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