Tetragammaton

Tell me it's over rusbel awaits i've been to the surface and nothing is there eyelids sank muffled in the nerve aura sound but when she awakes will she still be with us my heart is darkclots leap year is late how did you get here ask all but the bait from a christ that went hissing constricting his cells we summon by candle by book and by bell glossolalia coats my skin glycerin and turbulence stuffed the voice inside of god mirrors to the animals the sermon goes mourning pricking it's hail slothful the child that preys on the seed shall behead the drough wound under sleeves i hope you have room in a thicket of vines give me a moment to clean what you've stole the streets will hang high stretch ribs and let taste we'll cover the smell with silver nitrate mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith