SLITHERING somethings and scattering swarms swim on through the sleet. Their steeley scales sounding swift within the rustling bristles
SOUNDS of succulent souls sweetly distill precious savor on the lashing tongues of these Seed consuming sluts who sport their lust of luscious malice.
SURREPTITIOUSLY sly, they smoothly slip about the soil, and slide serrated barbs into unsuspecting heels just as wasps stick their stings into hapless sons.
SING saints! Strive against the unsanctioned pestilence that seeks to steal the spices of the sanctuary and stow away the stove – that crucible of Truth.
SLUMBER not, nor let whispering serpents steal your ears. Strike the skulls of the swift, swimming snakes for they seek discreetly to suck up souls.
INTO the storm! Sally strong force against the sweeping darkness; muster the mastery and submit the foe! Steal stealthily if necessary.
RIGHTEOUS servants, saviors strong – these are called to arms against the succubus spirits. Spit them with thy sword lest they take you slaves.
HEARTS set free shall dance and stride upon the seraph that struck the earth as lightning; Yea, for the Seed of She first stomped the skull of the serpent’s seed.
Yes – SLITHERING SOUNDS SURREPTITIOUSLY SING SLUMBER INTO RIGHTEOUS HEARTS – but heed them not.