Bloodbath Bacchanal

The slurry flows with diligence from the troths of complacency fed by noble gravity to plummet in pools of needless flesh discarded. No deity commands such diligence within this moribund dance of death since platitudes of human thought form these adept doctrines of decay. Every living thing hangs in balance behind our jewel of happenstance where scoundrel and thief run rampant to extricate pounds of sweat as penance for ignoring the energies of renewal that fill each cell with benevolence from echoes of creation's explosion lifting sonorous within these tissues. I tip my glance towards wonderment despite the machinations of demonic force fixated on domination of spirit once free to flow with blessed grace. Justified within my sacred promise, I shall journey to correct corruption with every fiber of fortitude majestic until I glow like a prodigious nova.