Riddle XXXI

Echoes of hatred's terror,

       Deconstructed inhumanity orbital broken universe bone terry, Control Aching to pour every  colour of bruises unto everyone, A quiet granted disfiguration storm wreaking a harbinger's calamity devastation upon our desperation at the living in a daily mayhem desolation of the greatest dragon, Smaug holds no ruin in comparison unto masculinity.

In lieu of,
Geeking out equality!