The sword anchored stem, yet altered, how the light, I do frown in shame gift sworn fend? How a pluck light divine, one note, off-key in the mind, yet the pluck altered, crime, two together, is it a live audience, the sip, the audience, the trance then awaken the bliss sublime?
I light a feast, my name Samael, and the pill, in arrears, the cane, altered, one pluck signed, is it a factory feast lips altered rehearsed sipped from the loom, hid night.
Shape the light, the fill, one pluck, ther root, paradise, the bill, and the tears, the altered note, the wave, out, trance, plucked divine glass.
How the quill the audience will, quivers, it beats, an off-key fair, yet altered, is it perfected, my name, the art, so throat, the winds, the chime, the altered spins tilts sinned?
Yet, never off-key notes, two plucks, and one, the harp, the lyre, lasts two.