Humanist diction

Humanist diction

Hothouse smoke on tits
To suckle my casque with lips
Scudding the inhaled down wrested lifeforce
We gainsay this morality terse

Open our hearts to Christ
Attend our childrens baptism
Holding their tiny heads in cistern declarem
Our open hearts of Christ!

Here my kindred gather on lee
For these humid breathes scintillated
We shall overcome in streets
Talk hoary misguided attempts

And lavish ones love on sore pedals
Oiled rubicund modish belief
Burdened our force on earth
Wreathed gravid to fall, defeated

Shall we roar up our greek antiquities
Pensmith a serif in epic meanderings
To justify this abusive nonchalant orgy
Triggering our erected waddled color

Tolling dearly in necessity of brevity action,
Our chest hold within this fracture sanctuary
Mediums of selenium, meager shavings of lead,
Please render us clay in your hands

And guide us nearsay to the gentian blooms
That adjourn our seclusion
An acumen heart of Benedictine monk
That we pray, to feel weary in honest mirth

Human words lost, unrendered
Perferations of ink