free-flow

Illusory constructs cloud the vision of holy entropic molding to the zenith of mind, closed open like a door and without the knob available in the recoil of blank portability behind the jagged ways of perverted souls invite the remotest of civil opportunity through eloquent reasonability constrains the likeness of being the singular concave of the mesh of netted worlds, men of spider silk invoke the chains of society that entrap the slightest of men who seek to live yet never begin on their own and instead work for the being of the gods whom justly kindle the fires of burning souls entering and passing through the vapors emitted from worldly portals closed to the membranes of the cells we are imprisoned from releasing to the cosmos of interjectory thought and divine cognition finalizing the substance of gore and putrid flesh made new again through redemption