Galatians

Win pain pours from the inner vein to the pulse of words on the lane of savory it is the spelling,

of chorus to the textile invitation of the bleed that layers the tongue to expression in the strain,

frost in as the shoulders of society has put to pardon the regard,

for label in not a blink but nails that the mouth spits sink.

That pliable fragment of dial to the screen of slumber by be leveled,

in lens is the ink that stretched the pen to shoot the thunder,

narrow to the line cold as the pillar a depth to guttural tone,

destruction groaned elation phoned the quest saw ways of piled,

creation spake of Cain.

Dark hours with minute timers baste Minds destroying the connection to finger craved,

darting the aim to platter return a stick ration of brain stake that is metered with smores bait,

no running flew to send the glue asking the sorrow of the human carriage of viewed,

tripping fallen the throat in gurgled strapped by the language that stands to symbol anguish.

Carved by the factory of applicated plaster,

a hammer with the sound thats read to be a crown of silenced,

type to scream the horror of bring is opened by the answer,

a stone thrown ranch that bitters danced to shied beyond the violence.

In circle of the net trolls a spine to week of trend act banking,

on the drills to fracture stills a cattle drive to all the spilled,

such sit in's on the laughter for Field Um far from dumb,

engaged to single sorrow the division that made par owed.

The worth of words that sentence parts to subtract at provided,

have brought to the world a brand of new to sordid tally,

horned with spikes to even sites swiping to erase,

the dent turns to the spreading lace and washes hands like Pilots.

Taste the torn a super sixed that frigid maze`d of off tend,

the sunken eyes to sippered lips that shake to earth the cryin',

so flowers wipe the cut to tied as the bunch is bundled,

ribbons of the silk in web is pushing on the rose a dead.