Commiserating the Celebration - Cathedral

Our pleasures be joyless doleful experiences.

We seek not life’s beauty but

cherish its funeral

Aspects.

We crave the (mis)fortunes rich in their non entity rejoice in

celebrating less severe

Tragedies.

In the toil to exist we excrete individuality whilst captivating

internment in cloned identity

Real is The oration of stone possessed emotion.

I yearn isolation from this

realisation.

Reject the

Elation of blissful tranquility, obsessions they lay with the bleak and

sinister.

A wealth of treasures be

Ours to take possession yet we break bones and gruel to savour simulations.

Disciples of the

Drabness devotees of worthlessness consent to endure the anguish and form only

ashes.

Real is the

Oration

.

Oh yeagh let me go.

Let me wander through buildings immense in their

desolation.

At

Peace from your catastrophe here with gargoyles as my friends