Seated in front of a candle, obviation. Oblivious doorknob, far from satiation. Stand-in for reality, is that what we're meant? Damned to eternity, death cannot vent. Futures are spoken by pen and a word. Creatures evoke the fed and the sword. Vengeance is cheaper than honesty stones. Pendants make steeples fall down into bones. All for the idol that all could but see. Stunning the eyes into searing a plea.