Crystal cathedrals with crimson colored green glows.
Sip slow the equal of Him as He's punctured to bleed whole.
With dismal comes sequels of sin; pass me juncture please though.
The ritual of evil's dismissed; ashy lumber into sea's coast.
A mystical wreath holds within a rap sheet Summer tree grove.
At most, that's what my ultimate optimism hopes.
Pass moats; have chunks of walnut chip chocolate rhythm notes.
