Riddle XXXXV

Lonely fools,

     Heaven unto hell's reflection in the requiem contemptuous mirror bent a willingly contorted sightless glance back from the conquered surface: Reflection, Embedded numb is the nerve unending 30 seconds to prey or be religiously poisoned throat cancerous voice isotope polluted for every next barely hope was never so miss blind hatredly managed breath, Sight unquestionably bleak diluted every sheep was black future, Resolute to bleeding satellite in flames to the ground for a G-d who craves the dust of their bones...

In lieu of our participation in,
Rarely questioning,
That which we crown!