striated/ speckled/ mirage/ reticence/ decomposition/ impediments/ ne'er-cloying/ crystalize/ yokel/ squabble/ baffling/ feverous/ trampling/ varmints/ reckoning/ pantomime/ barbaric/ wuphony/ forsythia/ cacophonous

The forsythia seem never to be ne'er-cloying.

Unlike the speckled mirage of barbaric 

men fighting swine.

Varmints squabble for the displeasure of both,

however.

Decomposition matters not to the feverous

beings.

The life of such creatures is baffling,

 and almost impediment, especially with 

the striated paths they take. 

This in no way crystallizes the 

forsythia's reckoning. 

I could yokel on how on how on the cacophonous 

beauties. 

No euphony could best describe how the forsythia tramples 

other flowers. 

Nothing is left but the pantomime of 

the little herbation.

Life is nothing but a baffling mirage. Nothing in my reckoning could force squabble to be anything else.

I want pantomime in an attempt to crystallize that view. Forsythia's hold more caciphonious truth. Striated was I when I first reveled in the speckled belief of dreams.

People take favor to the barbaric lie that life is untroubled. Use euphonious to pay death as horror. Death is peaceful, where only decomposition awaits. 

Varmints won't bother I, certainly not in ways that the feverous deniers of truth do in the life. Impediments leaves no room for excuses as to why life is like this. Why people are able to yokel on about the wrongs they have done.

Ne'er-cloying honesty is only a mask that the trampling attitudes of people hold. Reticence keeps me from falling for this false bliss.