says,

          _{*   A  MAN  WHOM  IS  BORNE  MONEY  HUNGRY,  IS   PRIDEFUL   .   a  fool  for  sacrifice.   WITH  THY  HANDS  SO  BLOODSTAINED,  TASTES  LIKE  HONEY.   too  hard  to  leave.   instilled  within  the  hollow  of  his  bust  is  heavier  than  guilt,  than  the  anxiety  which  erodes  him  ALIVE.   sheets  suffocate,  ghosts,  no,  DEMONS  bedeviling  him  cleave  the  vessel  seam  by  seam,  limb  for  limb,  to  his  essence.   pearl  white  are  their  teeth,  temporarily,  then  peppered  with  the  blood  of  his  rotting  flesh.   robert  HOWLS,  wants  to  shoot  them  away,  but  these  corridors  only  echo  &  groan.   YOU’RE  SCARING  ME  …  how  they  are   mean   .   by  dawn,  he  feels  colder,  awoken  in  a  foul  sweat.   aquatinted  with  these  villains,  they  insinuate.   nineteen  *  the  acts  of  flesh  are  obvious:  sexual  immorality,  impurity  and  debauchery;  twenty  *  idolatry  and  witchcraft;  hatred,  discord,  jealousy,  SELFISH  AMBITION.   his  teeth  grit,  knucks  white  from  a  hermetic  clamp  on  adjacent  sides  of  the  bathroom  sink.   there’s  no  longer  A  MAN  in  this  reflection  …  no  longer  a  LIVING  MAN.}