There is a moment- just the one – of ill-defined and eagle-eyed monstrosity at pouring hand; these same sanely nervous soldiers who prefer to price themselves, above all else, outside of any known bracketing.

Fully self-worshiping and agonizingly anglicized Angels are they –

Those that have endlessly attained both generously attempted to fastidiously relent ever since far before…

The sinning beginning ever even took passionate place
Except that Everything – and NEVER NEARLY NOTHING really – just must have uniquely turned itself from imaginative gold-dust and automatically transformed back toward non-conformist upheaval by the re-configured Ending.