Spunk knupS

With the splash. I assume. Then a blink. I eyed my new room.

In shock. Then denial. Paralyzed by what I then knew. My tomb. This will become. Must move though. Overcome.

Time to navigate this viscosity. Death this atrophy sure to be costing me.

But why? I did not think. Beguiled by Ex host. Brink been. Pushed. Played. Pulled. To the absolute edge of??? A truth. I have no proof of.

So I move with the purpose of a house homed in on...Dove.

Fuck the flock. First I can't not become. Without shame. It now eschewed. I connive to kill. All. But you. And you. Brothers suspended. In discharge. Only an arm's-length from. Me. I. You. We. No time for all our family.

Stall in conjugate. Those I will eviscerate. Futile to commiserate. Once fertilized. Once unbelievable skies. Will be for only my. Unbelieving eyes.

Out of focus, element, and discernible cries.

In the land of make believe. Or disbelieve. Tied. Dyed. Stained. By truths supplied by... Saints? Or Sinners?