Once again, apparently, you have gone off your meds;
and this results in a wild spin of your head's
space. And the voices in there that express your dreads
and fears (like a phantom clad in cerements or a cultic robe).
And from your mouth, through the accumulated drool
(that your bib cannot sop up) the crude phrases of a homophobe
prove you as an unsalveagable and damned fool.
StarSpared