Expurgate

Have you ever lived in a tired dream?
What is man but an entity thrust into a second darkness (to be, or not to be).
The human race walks on and on at a recalcitrant rate between the finite and infinite,
standing in constant movement as a smoldering wreckage of possibility.
Eo ipso, the race of man is a tired dream and will be the contorted possession of good and evil!
Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit.
Lord of Glory set us apart for You by the power of Your sanctity.
Expurgate this man for and by the fires of Your holiness.
Let me stand alone by Your will, for You.
Amen.