Zacharie
O Muses,
Let me write foul leethcraft,
For the scrolls of Her Self-Contentment,
For the minds of those who love
Themselves,
And
The Universe.
Let the ´̵̖̎͂_̴̙̈́ ͠⃣ ˇ̶͕̟̚˚̵̲͚̈́ tell the tale of Zacharie,
He who hath opened mouth,
And let Hell pour forth;
He who hath the ea taken before the house,
And the Blossoming entertained
In Its ever-magnificent
Truth by excellence,
Relevancy by sorrow,
Beauty by wrath;
And witnessed
The destroyal of the pictures.
That Self-Confused man was one day,
Thoughtful,
On the path of midnight wonder,
Gazing at virility bathing,
Thinking :
◻︎̵̱̙͓͆͠ ̵̧̥͋ｄ̶̝̇̽̈́ ｖ̶̪͋̈́̄ｒ̸͔̰͘͜ ｉ̵̙̃̾ｔ̶̭̘̌̐ ̴̯̘̗̍̅ｓ̵͉̻̯͐❼︎̵͎̬̉̈ ｒ̴̜͌ｒ̶̥͎̑̀̉ ｔ̶̣̺̐̀ ｒ̴͓͈̤͐ ̶̮̃̈ｍ̵̞̏̈́̉ ｉ̸̧̳͊́ｎ̵̲̖̔́͝ｔ̶̺̲̉̄ ｎ̶̥͐ ｎ̴̟̜͚̐̍ｔ̸͍͎͎͗ せゝ雨煙び苛ホヤ旺雲 ョ姻 悪
And wondering :
≋̀≋̣≋̺≋ ≋❒︎≋̴≋͐≋͓≋͈≋̤≋ ≋̶≋̃≋̈≋̮≋❍︎≋̵≋̏≋̈́≋̉≋̞≋ ≋♓︎≋̸≋͊≋́≋̳≋̧≋■︎≋̵≋͝≋̔≋́≋̲≋̖≋⧫︎≋̶≋̉≋̄≋̺≋̲≋ ≋■︎≋̶≋͐≋̥≋ ≋■︎≋̴≋̐≋̍≋̟≋̜≋͚≋⧫︎≋̸≋͗≋͍≋͎≋͎≋
And the Self-Obedient child of Earth asked :
░◻︎░̵░͠░͆░̱░̙░͓░ ░ ░̵░͋░̧░̥░♎︎░̶░̇░̽░̈́░̝░ ░❖︎░̶░͋░̈́░̄░̪░❒︎░̸░͘░͔░͜░̰░ ░♓︎░̵░̃░̾░̙░⧫︎░̶░̌░̐░̭░̘░ ░̴░̍░̅░̯░̘░̗░⬧︎░̵░͐░͉░̻░̯░❼︎░̵░̉░̈░͎░̬░ ░❒︎░̴░͌░̜░❒︎░̶░̑░̀░̉░̥░͎░ ░⧫︎░̶░̐░̀░̣░̺░ ░❒︎░̴░͐░͓░͈░̤░ ░̶░̃░̈░̮
And the Universe answered :
I l
And Her ever All-Listening whispered :
Puero dat quis potentiam finititudis campi credit Stabilitas calorem dulcem.
To the Child, who believes in the potential of finiteness for the field, gives the Unstillness–Ever-Movingness a sweet warmth (calorem dulcem).