The Lost of Lilliput v3

When the elector of Lilliput cast her eye upon HVD Gulliver those steroid bulging biceps drenched with rain a shirt torn from struggle against tide and runts the die was cast Dogs ran alongside SUVs leashlessly crashing into pedestrians snarling heir dream broadcast  biting and becoming Bureaucracy of corporate warming a thousand adds beyond rice paper curtains draping voting booths with cookied silence and privacy munched quafficly colliding sounds Tectonics convect rising currents fresh lava flows surging into cooling airs spires tapped with aspirations written like prayers carried atop the plate moving westward Gathering years and the heaviness of sins thickening memories flowing over the mantle with each incandescent world core sinking toward the trench seven miles below the ocean surface Divinity shimmering a steel drum storms lightening, tightening, reforming shrunken heads tied to Gulliver's belt of power to a quantum notch apiece Parallel to the moving target trajectories evoluting emoted cues anticipated in rational expectations of market martinets consolidating performance within acceptable parameters buying and selling surface swells surfing standing waves where time persisting stays sins fall like spent shells to the sea floor in the deepest trench slipping down under silently on a conveyor belt merging below the crust into the deepest hell the world has to offer with the lost slipping into eons of mass and energy lifeless spirits achieving the death of a deathless forever from mass to mass, energy to energy in everlasting fusion  being to nothingness.