Very Sticky Beyond the Clouds

So evil among the ground
I divine splintering shivas beneath the fog
Oh God! The pleasure has come
All luminous beneath the slime
You absorb hot hooks within the land
Whoa! The Knave has gone
Very sticky beyond the clouds
We speak to yellow eyes behind the vapors
Alass, Alack! The Fool is dying
backlit curious 
at a crossroads 
the next life waiting 
Where in the end 
the witness 
take comfort 
all through his life