Day 1: A conversation with Samael

A conversation with Samael

~ Samael, come, your vision, the entrance now begun, what have thee, I feel a voice mid-sprung, my ear does detect, patient reknew, till my hands redirect

_ I peer, the pedestal creek, my reluctance time, does knit find fleek. My hands in isolation does sow greet find, you hear two voices, and what is yours peek bind? I am a child on a finding low fleet, and I have a vision of a voice to cement two voices cropt tailored beek.

~ Voices, are not my thing to greet, I hear a worry floundered outwards capacity grown in content, a saddened crop to sow? I am here in loft cane grid fleet, yet your back thee entry you can hear, the woe, sled time feet? You have the moon’s grasp in entries kind woe tailored sport, the voice, I will show and weave, your arrogance, a tilted menace show?

_ Who am I, in this war of gain and fame, and voices, greetings partings tame? You can shower a voice of mine, or slaughter several time’s greet sleek, yet what voice have I, on a pathways growth to fame, yet nothing on my ears tilted time past sleet?

_ And who in passing comfort did you think would sly my time, greet, take the voice comforting, it is a poison the following wry, my eyes, the gift sled time grain, and now you see, the worry listed tame, that the sign the moon, your back, your time, is not hid bright sane.

~ If listening woe, in greetings time speak, then what comfort an arrow, to greetings hid time bleak. String the appature, in back contents slime, and fight to rid, two denizen’s my time signed, not rid I will flame time.

_ And who writes or passes company in lonelines sleeting eyes speak? You wish a deal in passing greetings time, loneliness cane fame, or rid the hands the crop, in riddances signed loneliness fine? What have thee, in mercy sprung grow, a crop to yield, or time, patience a new pedestal time yield mow?

~ I have nothing, in proof, or considerations crime tended hoof. Take all entries, good or woe, bleak or happiness, slendered greetings peekings hoof to never grow. Slice the entries, to riddances blame, all entries, all servants, all masters tame, and butcher all beings, in knowledge or wisdom grasp slim, to empty the carcass, in a knife, back held trim, and seed my pedestal in light held bright - is it your pedestald Samael, or does your kind, greet in visions procured,

… oh, your peek annoyances toe, greet slime, a hand is held to the right vision, first time … and what greetings thee, to remark so old, to hold a hand, is it comfort my word?

~ I passage, I came, I stood, no hand I have tilted my name fame

…. and? ~~ Two hands greeting, a merge silted corpse fine. I will adjust my eyes, tilted recknoing corpse my time. Now a beat held crop, to soil my loft detect. Two hands merged, in contination moon grain fine. You do amuse, in my tilted sport fame, a happiness, that an evil voice would reckon a tailored crop motions tend my name Samael to grain. Slide the appature over meetings greet slop, I will tilt the ear, in laughter fattening chop, and chop and chop, the entries divine skid night, leaving death a slide, on a child his vision even mine, his arrogance, and joy sliced even to sign, and dead of night, what woe hid crime, he wishes the vessel my arrogance, possession creept net woven sleep, a chime. Oh child of woe, you sleek arrogance your being, held night, a toe, to offer the vessel rid blame, to a match you thought was awakening hid sight crane, and then you rid the entries, with beings of light, tailoring back lit nightmares, to slaughter all woes, my chime, hid sign, crop detect? Your vessel is mine, as night as day, and day is riddance my slight would obey, and what have thee, in reckonings sown crop, a will an entry to an angel physicality, persistance rid sight fight? Oh child, of woe, your vessel , my woe, your riddance blind, to a struggle night find, and then as day, the sight tailored crop, to find your fingers flying curses, cropping detection sighted nab top. If cruelty has wings, and wings, weighted cries, then what is your wish, to a circumferance weighted deny?

_ Who are you? Is death not a request to an angel spun drift fight, that you would deny my death so ease, with tease, yet tease with contination a bridge loft sight deny, to filter, in eagerness, my time, tilt cry, and summon an angel, to tilted bridge fame gain, and then not use the dagger, in other culprits my death hid tame? Show me heaven bridge keep several times knit keep, angels flappings to exhaultations high crop deny, then mercy a bridge, to drift a gasp death deny, and shape the wings, to another try tilt sigh?

… You freeze, yet you do not appease, your kind drift, yet mercy pain sift. Dig the memories in isolation rare, and butcher a coin, in tilted stair? I have a drift and a parcel burdened with fame, yet mercy is riddance, to a stare tilt name, and sharpen a dagger your back hid night, you can tilt your arrogance, to a chop slight tight?

_ If mercy ridges showers hid sane, then your power is only hands knitted night, crop prison fame claim. Chew me a pedestal in rights struck night, a prison cell, to a flight night sight, and I will slack the entries to courses, night long, and strip the light, from the chain light song

… You drift in memories obstacles blind, the window, sealed, to an angel hid song, your prison is not of a well deep keep, but of a future fortelling in practice to seep. Yet practice mercy findings bridge, a cave, in isolation, to chains torture forgive, that longings mercy reachings time, I have found entries, in longings beatings hands songs, and lack of songs to throw my worth, the torture, extreme and tellings sort flirt, that mercy is no capture cell bright, the weavings the throne, to isolation grips sport, that can never know in isolation tendings crop, the throne you seek, is in backdrift sown flop, not in future meanerings in deepened aggrevances sown long, but a cell, in the darkened well, flown in deepened song flown deny

__ You drift, what legs outreach, my light deny, what cell in impatience, my sigh would fly. Do fly a cane, in aggreviances deep, my torture is eternal, in isolation sleep, and woe, the spirit the throne flown high, has course of intervention the well eternity a sigh, and drifted signed my vision sown sprung, I can tailor a vision, a pedestal begun, and drift and drift in eternities beat, flying the mission, to cemented two feet, and what gifts thee in exulations pry sight tie, but showers of gifts, in refuse, sky high, and tilted crop, each drill a cane, to swipe a bear, in a heavy sign fame, and shapened the chain to imaginary depths, the drill, the creek, to hell’s entrance shapped steps?

… You drift, motion secured offscale drift, I have no more entries, your greetings flock cane, but add more greetings in groupings knit night, you can strip all I am, to a beaten grasp, the recover the vessel to a blessing hid sight flask, a sip is a restoration in one night hid life, and sow all entries, to a blackened entry long past…

__ You seek to know suffering so easy drifted match, and what death, the soul, to continuation softened greetings flash? If you wish the death of the soul with ease, then show me what flappings, you have reached tease sleeze, that no entries of sport, to occur with hands flown, you can strip your hands, of stones hid sore, and motion and secure, the riddance crop night, butchering the back, to security ill met half.

… You drift, passengers occuring where midnight flown stem, I know nothing of anyone, or a station flown gem, that nothing of a sip reminds me of worth, and my two hands the river, to lessen and sort

__ You seek, a destruction, your vessel rid cane, yet how many months, have you suffering blight night tame, and offer refuge, in wings part old, that secure all entries, to a sip a gasp, drill my word?

… You drift, your mercy is unending in keeping cadence to kind, but I wish an allowance, to the destruction signed bind. Fly me torture, in riddicule soul captures tame, to knowledge of mine, yet hindrances flock name, and your knowings of soul to deepen mercy flock night, remove all entries, my being, hid sight, and darken it’s creation to a rememberance fame, the torture I will accept, to rid, my soul - it’s knowledge all wisdom yours, in hidden accent to name, and shower it’s destructions, now do it - you can name.

__ You seek an appature and station long gone, but drifted mercy, my same name, reflects, a being old, in ponderances, a chin my wag, and finger tag to same, cold. I can reflect the passage in creations face, do you remember the place and offset, creep neck find? Then seal in entrances, the worry to sleet, it is not your entry but cadences exits feet, and the flap and neck in offshore greet, I can flap and attend, to offset feet, and slack and show, the mercy ridge night, and shower your soul, to riddance can sight.

… Do it, I asked in passing rememberances sight night, yet you withheld the capture, and knowledge poison a drop hid sight, and then you woe the entrances, to tolerances cane, not a butcher in finality a dagger, my name

__ Do drift in company, not assertive recknonings blind, you think to sieze one entry despair drifted night, to assert a dominatation to my will centred cry detect? You seem to drift lit night, that the torture hid cane, had pleasure weaving crop detect, arrogance your rememberances night fight light?

… You write in riddles yet do nothing sane, if you have shown me mercy, I know nothing but blame, to soil my corpse, in nothing but woe, the finding this country, my vessel burned toe, and strip and strip, the entries insanities beak, your beak is a rememberances, but my mission is to speak, to rid you blame of all past lessons grip, and future in findings, in conclusions a tip.

__ Oh your recknonings are as sleet as snow, your passing fancies, death to grow, and the finality a lesson to shapened a dagger woe, yet somehow a slash at a voice hid past, has you worried to deepen a relationship long cast?

… And what is that voice breached night?

__ A worry a cane his sane? The cane the midnight hour breached lit light? You can do wonders in reaching hid fame, the voice in rememberance, to vultures hid tame, and craft the hands to the moon’s bit night, try crafting the vision to your hands creep fame, and see what gifts you can drag up from soiled greetings lit night sane?

… Hmm, what craft, what lack, what tailor spoke truth, yet worry, my gifts, to a voice hood mistook night fame? Perhaps, my companion, is a darkened voice sane, to fill and find, and reap profit lit night tame, and crop all woe, on hands hid night, fastening a dagger, with souls widening gap trite, and with a final breath, in desparation fame, I will darken all pathways, my grip slight tame, and fashion all daggers to entrances spoke night, and till and seap, their souls till crafted all night, woe slight?

__ What worry have thee, in a mission stolen night, you just need a mission, not a pedestal stolen to kite, that woven with mystery, what is needed is blight, not two hands cemented, to kindness gifted sight?

… Your mission is not of woe to cement my toe so eager loss grind detect, I wish out of this hole, in greetings hid slime, not tailor lessons to grips, without sight woven slight night, and missions in ecstasy, your riddance crow slight?

__ A hand out yet, neck drifted company, back sight. Take it, to clear, and I will rid the moon hid sight night, and take you to a place of circumference woe light, and show you a gift, you can use hid sight, and shapened this vessel, to a greetings tame lit, and shower in ecstasy, a stolen light kit

… My two hands extend, my shame downhead kit trend, take it now, and I will greetings par detect, your guidance, sworn light, yet hid night a trend, you can have this vessel, till meetings tilled blend….