The lost sons

In the land of hermaphrodites there lies nothingness. Enters the sound that make them go euphorious. In one of those glorious vibe, this hermaphrodite started severing it's own body into half and created many more halves of itself and called them 'Aphrodite'. Then on, it started to combine with every half of it to become whole again. Instead of becoming one it starts to produce many more halves. It started to run so wild to feed them many halves and ended up buried in unknown depths. Without their head these many halves spread all over and started their own survival. In glor(e)uphonious curious vibe, deceived by device, this homicide pass through artifice drew a premise and called it 'vice', not 'the wise', he got disguised and bought demise, for what price, paid all in highs!!! Made compromise, gone in miles, plotting skies withwicked signs, This Hermaphrodite, begun to provide, them aphrodites in lot to go might, psych out but got caught in own spice, brides own rise from surprise spines! spined for those cries calling prides, mad chaos, he lost insight brought bad flavours to his diet and he remained there still inspired, Uh! this! Pride, Nouveau riche ', gods to be pleased his eminence grise, ups avarice, What it is? Lost indeed got half nourished, Flourished in blandishments, in an instance, lose persistence for pleasures and he got bent on for fiction called benediction, Oh! This one less son in for perfection, went past diction in destruction, lose patience in damnation and plotted emancipation! Sucked into his own creation Trust in Resurrection left mad directions for generations and exclamations to the questions!