Monday, January 17, 2022

Language of Chaos

 

Adam spoke Adamic to Eve, Jesus spoke Aramaic 

to primitives who couldn't speak gibberish on 

a Sunday morning, yet, somehow they wrote the 

Holy Bible in full academia, bent and angled proverbs

forever gilded in splendor, thus, enlightens spookism, ravelings 

of refinement, idiolect sprawled over centuries without one 

inconvenience, incongruous, and inconclusive afterthought of 

liable truth, thusly, navigable dogma shuttles through every 

resounding bell tower, minaret, and obelisk, as unbending

unembellished, unerring, and unequivocal validity, this vestige

of 

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