Thread Needled

My tendon's note      bends downhearted; fleshy, wincing anguish      perforates with whelps stippled by fiery ferocity and      tempered grief. Atoms collide      without regret; cunning, backdoor reptiles      pick the star gate lock fostered on occult erudition and      ancient wealth. Their content smiles      belie fate storms brewing; thrashing specters      channel blood like veins fueled by ignorant sacrifice until      virtue concedes. The microverse      bends with quivers hidden. Plunderers sow      protracted disease nurtured on toxic components and trust      in civil death.