Transmissions' Echoes at the Outermost Threshold

Incomprehensible message transmuted and reiterated in a thousand contradictory descriptions by the thousand different tongues of the strays happening upon the audience hall at the outermost thresholds of the dragon sleeping whose fleeting gaze alone has vanquished dynasties aeon-birthing but now long-forgotten, so would be more than sufficient to boil the flimsy yet existent beings of bureaucrats, politicians, charlatans, and other subspecies of the inbred and fledgling caste otherwise known as 'Whore' within their brittle armor of purely theoretical symantix which crumbles in the very air beyond their sanctuaries of cowardice, but the sleeping dragon shall not expend such effort to slaughter adversaries unworthy as these idolatrous puppets hewn from spare meat, rather the breath it exhales in slumber gently incinerates quivering meat to the point of madness yet not annihilation, preparing them as a feast for the wise scarabs toiling across the vast stepps of centuries-eroded dung stretching below whilst the unseen dragon sleeps suspended amidst the starlit vaults high above.

Copyright Wiley Trieff 2012.