I Tripped On Weeping Stones

The strangest and weirdest vision flashed across the purple wall painted by a scrubby rascal, where a blood-stained altar was used to offer humans to Satan; the eulogy dedicated to the next victim was terribly frightening and resounded with sadism: the specter's eyes were darker than tar and too menacing to anyone not shouting a line and did not participate in the daily sacrifice, but kept away and challenged the guiltless vile! I tripped on weeping stones smeared with the stench of blood, some of them profusely bled; they shook under my trotting, emitting many painful moans: they thought I was their biblical Savior, little I could do to ease their moaning and looked away in a mood so sad!