And again the sea of wasted, wasted scent of Venus.
Venus casts down the decry.
Decry tainted spice red, red is the number of the spider.
Spider's web rehearsed acidic.
Acid creates the pattern.
Pattern marked onto naked flesh and the flesh is now grass.
Tall grass that cloaks the serpent, the serpent that which births the stone.
The stone is inscribed with "law", but the "law" conflicts with virtue.
And virtue sheds a 1,000 tears.
Tears upon which you Trample, and drown becomin again serpent.