*Okay, this is a challenge for the extremely intellgent. Cretins need not apply. Can you tell me exactly what I'm saying here?
Salutations, I've an enunciation to declare
On this fine windswept day…okay, so yeah
The climate is kind of erroneous but
My enunciation will make the weather wane.
Well, enunciation is but of inexorable paramountcy
And will gratify you crimson
By the employ of something neoteric. I cognize it.
Human subsistence is unascertained.
The belles-lettres in the sacred writ were apocryphal.
There is no acumen for hominids to even sojourn here.
We've all just approached to regain our aliveness.
Like grime that you'd rarefaction into nothingness
But is coeval the coterminous juncture.
There guilelessly is no decipherment of it.
Plebeians verbalize that we've excogitated but,
The deity decided to percuss us down hither for some divergent animus.