The red repent and sweep away the few chances for a bounty grounded in selfless joys of terrible disinterest. This becomes the forefront of an indecent thrust that extends through the battled lambs, to the certain boundaries that only sacrificial discourse may even attempt to call out a serious dissolution of unnecessary structures into the light of uninspired critics that dance only when the fake gold is given freely among the blind class as tokens of participation in the debris of tolerant administrations. Recoil as an innocent viper, the prey, a feeble desire, and pounce in the bloody enthusiasm carelessly loved by transcendental fools, thoughtlessly caressing the smooth hope of silken comfort for many hours under the hot attention of a solar creature, reacting – destroying – illuminatus – seering the ineffectual tendancies in the only positive corner that appears to represent wasted idolatry in a paganistic zeal for morbid contests of expressive genetic rivers.