Your faces are profanities whispered into My left ear while I sleep.
I've had enough. No longer will you do such things to Me.
Our relationship is now an undocumented exorcism–too inconsequential to have scribbled a synopsis. You wretched lamia. Never will you do such things to Me.
Slither back to the shifting shadows from whence you came, and disperse into oblivion–your new resting place–far away from Me.