Strychnine Advances

My rotation suffers stagnation when hiding exasperation. Along my lonely arc energies spark elation dark. This hell, corruption's counter spell, balances a core photovoltaic cell: charging me inside, tanning my hide to impel pride. Loyal notions submit to lose emotions to push motions of grim demotions within their cosmic house, a stumbling, sick mouse their potions douse. Showering in fluoride, such memories died, chemically tongue-tied. Demise's tide crests to drive back our poor pack. They attack societal plaque worldwide to guide our slack.