Stagnated Comfort grows from the lazy seeds of time’s greed...
As Seasons pass, and leaves once again sprout lusciously green
Falsely Beared Security, Springs promises of fruitful offerings
And Birds and bees breed as the Summer sun sings majestic harmonies
Then your dreams Fall to brown and dance their way unto the ground
And Winter wanders into your lungs deeply breathing itself In
Creeping up into your bones scolding any exposed bare skin
Wondering if next year will be different as the globe slows it’s spin
A Cold Villain ponders even his nightmare, an earth removed of Sin