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Through acrid clouds of summer fliesthe garden swells with a thousand more wise
Forever flung to celestial dreamsclawing at the grave of the dead nazarene
I watch the storm approachingthe darkness calls my namethe trees are growing restlessthey feel the season changetheir fruit has putrifiedforbidden once and bound to diethe thread of life lies severedon the brink of paradise
Grinning winds of hate unfurleddash towers tall that grip the suntalons stretch her veilreclamation, our time has come...
Autumn spreads its golden wingsand lays the path for those unseena tangled web of evil spun at last...
Winter spawn from barren thighsto readdress, to slay the blindand throw the reins untethered to the skies
They pray to the full moon rising
Diana moving with such infinite gracewrapped alone in a blanket of nightfallhow many secrets can they read by your face?
Will they know of majestyof beauty held in dream-dead sleepand scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?
Will their "god" of bridled loveassuage our rule from planes aboveor shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war?WAR!
Wrest askew the nailsthat have held you, lurking deep
September prayers are waningburn the shrines of fettered sheep
Spearhead the insurrectionof a world that seeks no end"
We are what we are, what we shall be, again..."
Appear; draped in terrorto the comfort of your kin
Stain the milky sunset redand let the other in...
Summer's dying...
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