Thundered Lightening Spreads Clouds So Near

Hip hop-slickety splits, All ideals are not great hits. What has words been written in time? ... Lonely, lonely-deserted rhyme. From this once holy, imaginative explosivley-scattered... Failed to one's own self-which really did not so much matter. The end is nigh as on clouded horizons... Punished by God-to all his evil'd betraying minions. Escaped hearts filled with fear... Hopely a forgiven forgive'd-dueness as near.