The anger of the ‘fool’ spills forth as the bile of an enraged sicken dog.
Always in hunt for a soul to vomit forth its guts upon. Sickened by its own ghastly fare, of carrion of dead understandings of naught, consumed daily, in its hunt to infect all others, innocent. Given to delirium from its hollowed gut, howling from the depths of rage, within its disease ridden corpse. The vary hunger of ‘Death’ itself seeks all whom it can engulf. For the misery of the fool seeks all whom it can sway into its foul consumptions. To bring them to depth worst then that of them who infected them into this rage of emptiness. Never quenched in its on going upheaval of bile to all who will lap it up in ignorance.
‘Beware the fool’
The Rev.
