Saliva and Salvation

I was delivered by The spit of Salvation. Lef dead for mocking those of which redeems. They were only slugs, Two slugs that were green. My picked them up and Squashed the both with one hand. My wrist amuck with slick pity. It goes smooth on my cheeks and forehead. It glistens butdoesn't radiates. It ratifies but never permeates.