Double Zero: Zero One VII

Mythical present tired existence day,

    Nothingness' distorted impressionably orphaned thrill approaches, Our golden treacherously numb prayer rush archives our we're so topically first willing harlequin world numb, Trapped vagrants of the most hollow addiction, Thoughtless are the tactless leprosy faithful afraid of every sight unseen thing, Eternally human language only; Famous for selling our christened ghosts anointed moment's ashes for repressed involuntary convulsions exclaiming reversible tattoos of hope upon our epileptic apathetic existence, A Hitleresque ritual blade carving out a grin from faith's shadows adorning the travels of self illegitimately proclaimed pathetic psalm bearing orphaned eternity monks and nuns.

In lieu of our desire to...
Be eternally profiting,

Without cost or initiative!