Fool

...........

Clergy

No one misses you. 

Neither hate nor recollection

 of what u might haven't felt. But,

Overseas  you 

 slip between  jammed decadence pages,

burnt out cages of damnation, 

 unleashed permeated fear of creation,

 followed by dead,by deaf, by sick by red roped neck

  He seems to be dead but its remnant is  putrid,dismantled and disassembled

Prey and pray;

  cure

those impaired eyes can't dechristainized the tablu within, 

a decoration of thousand irresistible fallen ropes tied all to (one).

 fewest  times it can identify the self to be real

when chronous prophet save it from language and the prophet from the time.  

I'm  chewing the tastes of hope so far,  Growing inside,the sense of 

Running blood of clergy taught for a second round, 

misinterpretation of whole puzzles I remind

Apathetic sense won't me back carelessly for

a mask of delusion,dizziness,shame And nihil

I had all of them broken right in me.