This one was written in a time of complexity.
Eather vailed seraph draped onion layers of habiliment, lay upon a gray gyre quarreling in lumen apparition of desire.
Betwixt beyond up upon the apron of the azure apex.
Legions of laymen waiting in apolune.
Waylay the pay of dismay relay empathy.
Adorn the aureole, this one is yours to toil.
Patron the chantry spill no oil, ensnare the flare under the tarn weir.
Amiss warm kiss by animus assumed extensively absorbed aptly by asperity.
Interpret inane insanity within the bane of our reality.