Intellectual,

    Donations conversationally vexed by complexity of prejudice's verbal hate queue motivations, Strapping leather skinned friends alive knuckles with amputated hopes staining fists with tides of never expiring overly purple saturated bruises rarely from the mind decaying... 

      As congregations sit idle in their pacifist never raised a finger but to paedophile their daughter pews, Taking oblivion chances with saturated faithless inhumane lives whose hearts murmur in the forest of hope's tombs... Where rots my heaving temples in an empty bed-lap ridden hands...

     Expressing a vale of exiled ever escaping beyond death tears, Where shadows of the former self-buried master hides in carpe's decaying monetary diem offers another generation unto avarice. 

In lieu of our participation in,

Keeping history's truth as secrets