Spectacular…
And we can simply feel all of these immaculate events occuring and at outlandishly bespokened will… he won’t he though?

Amount to the one thing which he does truly adore, all hell about to entertainingly break loose… no such cobwebbed by coil noose no more

This has been set in gloriously concentrated, rip-torn, jaggedly alabastard stone – while his masterful eyes fail to cry for another such derogatory unlearned person, those who carry with them a distastefully desperate longing to shamelessly belong

Again, the pen is begging you, please… row, row, row your boat gently the fuck away from Him…