“See seasons slowly seizing,

****** season starting sneezing,

Summers slowing, Stopped snowing ,

Seashell seeing lies spreading ,

Seaming roots severely scathing,

See the state we saw the seeds in.



Feeding flies, for flower farming ,

Farmers fighting for fields frosting,

Famines fighting, for ties are falling,

Far forgotten days felt freeing,

Failed we, for blooming buds,

Failed we, to fight looming death “

"Merry memories they felt,
Would be remembered ,
Even after their life.
Melancholic memories they felt,
Would be remembered ,
Only through our life.

Decisions they made
Changed ,Decision we made
The world they made
Was lived through us.

Words they made
Forgotten by them.
Words they made
Wouldn't be forgotten by us. "

Embraced he death closely ,
Hanged her in his hands,
His hands only to recite
"Oh darling he wasn't to know ,
Wasn't to know about you ,
You graced him by ,
Succumbing to you ,
He laughed ,and questioned,
Questioned the absurdity "

"Oh darling you wept ,
Wept for his life,
As it seemed absurd ,
He tried to ran away,
Ran away to face you,
Faced he you with a smile,
Cause he took comfort,
Comfort escaping a new dawn"

"Oh darling ,alas he was human
A Human that faced you ,
You could only weep,
While the widow mourned ,
Mourned by his coat ,
She mourned the absurdity"

"Oh darling ,she was weak
A weak mere human ,
To succumb to you like him,
Like a river to an ocean ,
Ending with your beauty ,
You held her in your arms ,
And weep for her ,
For the river dried up ,
And nobody mourned ,
So you wept and wept
But never mourned "

I walked away from home,
Away from the pond,
Away from the Tree,
Into the streets that led to the Church.

I walked away from the dogs ,
Walked with the sheep,
Into the streets that led to the Church.

I walked into the Church,
A church with spilled wine
A church with no bread
A church with no man

Only to see a lake
A lake with no end

I walked to the lake
Away from the Church
Only to see a ferry
A ferry full of dogs and sheep

Only to hear a faint sound
A faint sound of men returning
To the Barren Church