Goddess Kali's Revenge

In life's surly tusks in the frost of high morn without sun's rays; yet, the sky sheds sprinkled whispers of the day to become as a grizzly ray of scoped out hope in a hole of abysmal steely abyss as a meteorite's crater of earthy tones of red mud clay turned into heated golden bowls of fruit contained within. To throw out over a mounatain top for Goddess Kali. Three arms filled with arrows to dart back with boomerang like love into millenium's to surmise itself real-- as insanity envelopes and encompasses an out of touch reality in the arms of weeded truth!