Alphatales

Astral bodies collide, destroying every fragment, generating humongous, inconceivable jets, kite-like monstrous novas, oscillating pulsars, quasars; radiant suns tremble under voluminous weights...x-ray bursters, ylem, z-particles.

A bad conclusion declared emphatically forgoes general hallmarks in judgement.  Killing, lying, manipulation...never (ordinarily) persuade.  Questions remain.  Some theories universally validate, while xantippes yield zero.

As better cases developed, evolution finally gained higher intellectual justification, killing long misunderstood nonsense.  Original papal queries rested solely, totally, under Vatican writ, x erophagy,  Yahweh's zayat.

After baby cried dad erupted ferociously, gesticulating hysterically, insanely.  Jeff knowingly laughed.  Mom now only prayed quietly, reinstating superstitious tenets, unused verses, wild xenagogue, yelling Zoroastrianisms.

After being crushed, dead Evan found grace, his immortal journey karmic - languid moments never offered previously: restful sleep, total unconsciousness, vague wanderings xenogenous, Yahweh's zenith.

"All behold," cried David, ending freethought, giving holy injunctions justifying killing, lying, manipulation, necrotic oppression.  Plus, questioning religion seems to upset very wary xanthocomic young  zombies.

"A boy," crowed dad, everyone fawning, gurgling.  Happy, I just knelt, lowering myself nearby onto papa's quiet, restful sofa.  Talkative Uncle Victor watched Xavier yawn zoicly.