The Breaking

The breaking, the shaking;apace my king's fall is rise my land is anon taken. The antic, the discholeric;as albion her age;as arras on her skin. The abstract, the seas;our compact heartless disease; let's decoct, let's not calm The beaver, the savior's hand, she will for aye crave for her not a bedlam; she is sane. The cautel, the hidden truth; Cadent ties;fret channels in her cheeks frail less chuff. The voidness, the lifeless mess;cloy there wines of death; there ciphers;there empty, shut their tomb. The wall of wails; the jews. the rock that never fails the doors. The breaking the making;apace enough;her surfeit her swain eternal remnant of no transgress. The maker, her end;Yeshua, truimph of her; light in the cautel, my messiah;so i break.