The high that flies amidst the cries belies blue dried detention. I wretch and reach the mention. The sty my eye has tried to dye complies with stench of tension. The nerves before the soaring score reserved the floor's attention. I tore apart the heart of gore with and more prevention. Pouring prayers to anti-God the fodder was retention staring from detention an even store's ascension. Soon my time's pretension could grime the theme's prevention. At last my wry with tied up prey could stay and stall contention. The fray of grey and grovelling hay (my own and putrid venture) was quenching thirst and clenching (worst) the first and final denture. I mention this since, trenched with bliss, it hangs my whole adventure. The star was spent but won't relent and calls my better scent to vent, ferment, augment, prevent torment, inventing new retentions, with multiple dimensions.