Misunderstanding

IDK,just depressed and randomly wrote this.

Screaming seraphims salvage saddened souls
taking their time, telling me to throw the third towel towards them
Opening our orphaned options,&

pushing past Pyro's pillars of pyrotechnics.

Merry melodies masticate my messed-up mind more madly,
avarice and anger attack another area,

killing knottingham kings in Kings kourt,

inversely incinerating inhabitations,
nailing Naught and Never nowhere near Nimrod's nefarious novacained numb-skull,
gluing great gyres of ghastlyness on God.

Monday,this miserable man might makemisinformed mistakes,mortal or minor
elsewhere,elm trees of expression evaporate,emotionally ending excuses eternally

Crying,crucified citizens criticize crime and carnage,
really running 'round,raging rapidly,ruining right rains
yet yearning for you.