Autumn is doomed
The leaves have been consumed
By the ferocious wind sweeping like a celestial broom
The beat of the world is such a rhythmic tune
Jehovah sews the seams
With the extent of his loom
The blizzard is boisterous yet the buds still bloom
Gaia nurtures the forgotten amidst her womb
As the transgressions of man circumvent in the bellows of their tomb
The energy you seek corresponds to the room
But the philosophy you speak
Is prophecy to the bleak
Our indebted sins have reached their peak
But keep in mind the weariest soul is not weak
For he longs to embrace the face of fate and kiss it's cheek.