Look at my flowers of spirit, if they are
gladly invisible to you all. That time slips
into a slipstream of nuances where villainy
seeks to subjugate heroes. Yes, this time
is like murky ghettos, being hustled by
evi!l Even God slips through this density,
not construing his will, but exerting only
the force of his diminution. You can slap
him with the taxes of treachery, is he wont
to pay, by sacrificing everything he holds
dear? I live in such shady shadows, beneath
my glory! If everything is taken away from me,
the evil still can’t take me – between the choices
of my preferences and non-preferences made
motley, so it disfigures my will. I like the fact
that my having no option also frustrates the evil!
Give it a go! It is an eternal go! The wickedness is
eternally aggressive to my eternal patience and
sublimeness. They want me to have repeated
disgrace for all my gracefulness and graciousness!
