Yellowing of the Foyer

The flesh sashays... so slowly... in time. Live long enough you'll become orphaned. Pray. the orphan is filled with chimes of sweet memories. The soul will certainly release from the chains of flesh... weave within the silky seams of timelessness. Travelling well beyond the speed of light to acquaint with beings in the highest light. The heart of the ultimate sacrifice is with the orphan both young and old. Whether it be through tragedy, circumstance or attrition God is with them...forever with them. Harm an orphan or a stray and within a fraction of an instant,,, God will arrive at the foyer of your arrogance, to rub your nose in your cold-hearted piss.