A random lil' somethin' somethin' to wrap the old noggin around...

[glanz_falke]

For my Cult, I choose popularly; didst not thee thus?

I’ve made the prophecy,

I’ve written the Grave,

Made a porophite and

Usurped an’ retrieved the undelivered Knave.

I e’er were in Jest,

Nary a foreclosure did I rip,

Not Ray of Flesh or Light,

I foresay’d the Foul, and it blood’ly did I dip.

Unbled Thine Trees, Savored wan Flesh-Belle

Morphed the Lights, tamed the Minuscules,

I’ve mourned Angels,

I’ve joined the Many-Fools.

For my Cult, I chose popularly; didst not thee thus?

A fool be but mindlessly pedisequusitive.

--Timothy Exquirons

I don't exactly get it, but it's interesting to tackle.

Prithee, what think ye, mine comrads most acute of mind and fell of wit?