Burning Effigy

An ethereal being whose speech is unequivocally divine posses the primordial urge to engage in debaucherous endavours.
As quandary augments to my atrophying reality, I display equantity in this lucid nightmare.
In this house of resplendent tounges and Catholic mothers, one may implore to quiver in the wind of sweltering September.
As long as one can create in the state of R.E.M, reality cannot feasibly fray the mind and tear the soul.
With eyes facilitating between an array of faces spanning across various races, a woman of pulchritude and discord aqquised to my affinity.
Although sainticimous to the Holy trinity, her fatuous laughter quelled the monotony of schedule.
Conversations were once of puddles of victual disgorge, and resplendent flower petals.
Melting hands were solidified into sepulchers, and regrets once settled.