Maleficent Condescension: Hearts of Indulgence I

Always,

     Just aligning our hearts as children.... To chase different appetite divergent candy, Grace descends into hell, G-d, or presumably... Star reborn Christ named dust! Whose hatred regret seeking the eternal prey of atonement, Wingless... No bell could ever toll them obliterated back from miserable ashes and grim dust... Not again, From beyond the last Tolkien lost written tale of a heart shaped prism shifting box, Which contains the contingency of all hope's humanity plans... For us all!

In lieu of our participation in,
Perpetuated a violent ending!