the attacker is without

Attacked from inside makes oblivion

The agora of erasure

When it stops you know that

It is simplistic to think of annihilation

Hold on his grace was cast in fervour

Blended with antics of softness that hardened

With kisses durable to withstand all unctous whimsy

With a mixture of macronic soul and eurhythmic moves

Hold on use the guisard to prevent those who hold the door

A wormhole and a perfect navigational tool