The Warlock

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
Priest an old sorceror fast escaping list.
To dismantle strips narrow minded biased.
Dismantle sound hungers dangers reactive
And thus of blame explorable daring feat.
And use deceptions profiling deceptive aim
And thus modify high and change a careworn
Without like evils of morphological words.
Trapped between his icon an image an fats.
Sacrificed without faults innate innocuous
Give sell his voice exploit of violence.
To thus escaping the dead a swine trapped.
Tally thunderstricken like trees souls.
Uprooted from the ground though cast away.
A person character an appearance a human.
Like a spirit of kindness we live netled.
In all its maleficence hurtful an wicked.
In a freezer a membrane locks it cold in.
Icon trapped again like monument to serve
Like as thus death to announce power honor
Living as thus not its seat and brace I.
The swines fats burn death inscription.
Upon us like singularities point to death.
For the sorceror was appalled his witches.
Where no more powerful than flacid words.
But many got trapped with the fat of bulls
And there images was seen else his power.
Universal to escape in a spirited manner