Silence,

     Is the unguidable wilderness distant nature of the Mother of all Gods' bargain, Every sin confide ants is a cold denial infinite bet confession labyrinth of words hoping She'll  awaken to faith gesture and play the secrecy threat of Her oft benign cross empathetic dead hand!

     Just another running card eternity drawn breath Sunday without god... gag, Her augmented li(f)e of the hour brink of glass shattering silence is the proving mime left A.I body parts over... Fields of war, Betraying the pariah of everyone is in debt to the sting of glory's residual atonement fallen ashen wingless corporeal angels who're bending the beautiful fear of hope in half.

In earnest anticipation of,