Dogmatic drug: anal mug of a silly infusion.

In thine eyes,
Commenced and began the painting and exultation of this my propositioned picture.
With elation and considered terrifying creation in one installment, one fixture.

But whence does my love emerge?
In whom does it ocurr?
Does it, in fact? Stripped from falsity and its ethereal comodity.
Tis the lack of meaning a verse in courageous merge,
With a thought, an idea seamlessly bought

Yes, behind a bough they did linger.
Yes; behind it was that heaven, tis talked about sweetly.
does not exist.
the word mist.
And the foul jist of giving us beliefs!