Fendorar

Fendorar, Fendorar hither go up and rape God’s wife, wilt thy lover not do as thee and rape Jehovah on his mighty thorn and bringth forth the Angels of the Celestial city hidden amongst clouds, stars, and abominations of creation. Fendorar, Fendorar hither go up to medal with history forever, wilt not thy lover goeth with thee, are thin eyes to shiny for the sun to gleam, or thou hast no mouth to kiss him by nor hands by which to touch him with.  Fendorar, Fendorar would thou tellest me thy secrets, will thine lover withhold.   ....