On the wing

Accolades
On the cards
Dealt before me
Needing to be twisted
Wretched
From this hand

Bestow
Unpraised glories
Forever entwined
In the immaculate conceptions
Spewing forth
Like gravy from the swarm

Carnal
Yet to be or woken
Highly aroused
In place of worldly pleasures
Gathered for harvest
Blood drips from every word

Subdued
Passive pre-existence
Calibrates the very notion
Of the existence of man
Carried forth
On the breath of a sin