glory and hail

So uncanny to be singled out this way that I sink solipsistic into a deep well of masochistic pleasure propped up on a furious moralist shaking his finger in perpetuity fueling my orgasmic despair and building in intensity until the flames burst blistering flesh and every breath is a mouthful of sulphur, the scorpions will have their say first followed by boulders of hail crashing into the earth to the tune of my maniacal laughter glorifying God for the sheer insanity of our end.