Satanic
conversations with compromised Archangels,
Traffickers
of unobtainable dream states and non-terrestrial indulgences.
Contraband
in need of exorcism.
Carnal
gates with eyeless guides tip toe past sleeping guards wielding dull blades
companioned by lame wolves.
Friendly
angels seeking primal gratification slip past secret keys with their tongues in
the mouths of human hosts.
Words
die in unnatural postures.
These
conversations are an abomination.
There
is no negotiation.
You
must comply.
