On Shores of Eternity

In the deaf woods of curious willows lies stalwart beliefs of days bygone. Retribution, restitution, resolution resolve, beginning our journey. Blinded by bewares of sours ungifted lost constitutions coagulate. Lamenting gargoyles grin in reside. The lost, given to hateful brawls detonate heaven and earth. Solemn potentials greet our solice of batteredin-betweens. Spores of negativity parade the sovereign coming storm. Holy mountains of Nosfreatu thoughts reek of broken lenses of scum serpents, a continuous path to an Event Horizon, a culture of patterned violence to dog days of uncoiled reckoning. Leviathan pipe dreams of nauseating Oblivion, casts a universal dark shadow How many tears to reflection?