A lover's Burden.part 2

What if in your hebetude you succumb not  to heat seeking missiles and heat hyperpyrexia of hebephrenic schizophrenia in your heat absorbing or endothermic exothermic self? What if such sordid mettle like sicko your mushrooming propensity heatstroke sunk and fiasco pelted your bone marrow and disrepute  self what would you do at the end of the broken tunnel?Like the heavenly body prone to sojourn of heavenward trajectory by heavenward sojourner the horse laugh of hedonistic ballistics,ought to be the  golden helmet .Alas heat seeking missiles of the echymotic exothermic ire of the self glut lays the posers for the dawn of mavericks.Otherwise not to be heat seeking missiles hitting target with the heat seeking ire might risk being minnow in the gallantry of heavyweights .O how I wisely wish the eccentric hedonists mimic this regalia of Nazarenes being plump and stouted to docility and pluck us the mount Everest of sunny hills? 

 The eccyesis or metaeccyesis and ecdermic ecdysis of tirade towards ecesis and enfeoffment of the enfilade yokung burdensome arts misfires 

Does it mean endothermic reaction could change the endovenous? Otherwise endothemous could linger with the epithet of fallen angels with fallen dreams?Can you unveil miasma seeking immortality behind the endogenous depression?

How I wish the enanthema of this bizarrely encopresis encore you risk to pitch the hood of your involuntary in the enatiomorphism of the enatiomorph's enantiomer?O the enantheoidal joint,speroid or ball and socket be not fall aside and what an empyrean height of empty headed not a requisite of empty belied? Not a cryogenics to feed it cryopathy o an empty nester cringed  in the  cryoanaesthesia of cryocautery to moult himself and moult aloof that sieves he of the infection of disconsolate tirade.A crudite! A fearsome gourmet of gruet sifting aloof in the gruet stands .Cruciform crud of cowbait emaciated by ire on the crossjack of cross current in cruddies of the crossbow affixed to the crossbeam of the crossbones .Who can stitch the cross-grained curly grained ire beyond the cross-pollination of the vaguous crossbred?

A cronk ,a bedalme ,O the hell of the woman 's scorned,a hag a crony of peevish wraith had debunked the wolfish tales of her affliction at the paw of senility did she not recount her penitence at the gaunt of immanent fauxpaus?A crofter a frontiers woman,a Crockett crocketed herself with croix  de guerre of ire in her wrinkled prime had set house,womb blessings and brethrens on fire .

To tie the rider she begins to lament,the impulsive impunity of ire the bossom of disgusting tirade o the broken navel of wrath imposing moisture.

Thou shouldest think it heavy to wrath nor woo thyself to wrath 

The bard and the sibling black power and white power in the wrangling with the hag 

Quelled her tirade to no avail 

The impunity besiege het footsteps a nuance backward more than twice her jeers of spittles and sport

Can thy wrath deify and seize you salvation from thy slavery to shoot you furthermost in your venge of backfired slavery?

But wrath growing to themselves are nothing but karma abuse 

For offender 's jeers rebuking retribution and threaten it to terrifying proportion

That it may strike the oppobrium of the abuser

That when thou art forgotten it may throw 

Vengeful spite at the hoof and nemesis of those who pull the trigger .

Inspite of spent penitent that dost her hood survive her senility undone damage nature's travesty cries in overwhelming vain with unfair sight at her goofs of unturned tide of forlorn times.

If she burns her tears nature's contempt too shalt rebuke her but in vain in the brothel of shame open street retort where cast them in the open defecation wrath and diatribe upon the bard siblings.

Where in repercussion she dote her hood at daughter's internment and entreaty of loved ones couldn't placate the abode set on fire by uncouth tongue 

Uncouth tongue leave my refrain never cling to it.

This heat sinking missile does not forloof her tirade and smoking gun of invectives to burn them sloth at her gaunt of medula burst

O what a wrath it was she came from the brothel of shamelessness and steals her household 

A thousand wrath at her bespoke grill fills her household with venge

A common heirloom when she recalls the days of yore .

The sun had not look down spiteful over her altars where she reeds with her fray

The ireful facade of her visage snarls of public ridicule,a falderol of fall army worm, denses nit and tucking,bashes  rhytidectomy a faineance of acaulescent witchcraft a faience of failsafe opprobrium at the fahrenheit of contempt, fair mindedness like a Deus ex machina not her fair and square fairground like a discourteous falsafian harangue by absence seizure or Petit mal epilepsy to sometimes enquire cradle of their trigger and nemesis nor untangle the riddle that linger impetuosly tis the trigger is undermined. 

Pure kinky crotchety liars and brutes from the pit of hell 

Yet she cloy her adient  lips in beguiling moisture not loathed greedily satiety until the intriguing sports is over.