Doctrine.
Convince believers
Flog the piles that seems almost to shrivel
The hilt of pulse hits, displeases flucks
Undivided laws inflicts
What flesh deserves
Solitary shapeless lords
With dodder walk
To the sicken world of the coward sort
Graves
Override the court in a human form, dodge punishment
How pathetic atmosphere
Since old creation
Piles of bones just should them be
Until answers could not sound
Pleasant
painful rise
Rivers
of warm red lies
To the sicken world of the coward sort
Graves
Override the court in a human form