Acrybia In The Theatre Of Godly Hatred
In the blind dimmension
I'm devoting inconsistency
Intern palpitation
Of groundless habits
The poacher of my sights
Thurst unusually crass methods
Partly lost passion
Throughly hidden sentiments
I purvey
Your senses collapse endlessly
I bond
I purse
I pander
There's nothing extreme in this
Only fools can't see
Beauty
In the shadows of
Atrocity
