The life of the nothing

The fall of Simplicity,
survives sensations suffocations,
sailing from subordinates falling slowly through several sanctions,
suffering steadily through small slender senile sins.
Severing sedations to become seductive sentiments,
seaping through seven surreal serpeants,
soaring sequentially for each slanderous situations, one sacrifices this sad saint for a satyr and a scar,
stabbing sexual sensations,
swirving striking shouts,
so six species self serve sentry sleeping will sign superficials sanitary death.

The Life of Nothing, lies in sex.