Maleficent Condescension: Post Hurt... I

Quiet literally,

      Beyond the stars plagues my dreams, Does the temple of all hearts exist beyond this place, I've been hope of all inhumane faith guilty of belief for nearly all my depraved sandcastle earth days... Despite all my nearly forgotten dreams mingled with fears, If there's tortureously nothing after this grain of hour salted glass rim life, Then let all this pointless greed induced subsequently irrelevantly screaming violence be subdued, The same come to forever's worship age pass if the existence of G-d's beautiful grace be true...

In lieu of our participation in,
Being deceived by fantasy
Willingly...