the harvest of raging seasons

the unraveling of the celebrations

reads the fate of our charming desperation  

behold, as the mantle of illusions fall's

over their celebration halls

higher spirits 

are guided by beguiled, 

in the balance of the degenerated

that burns the flesh

and shackles the faith

through the harvest 

of our raging seasons, 

the blooming seeds

of all forgotten reasons

the revealed plague 

arose

plague forgotten 

at the dawn

of all our

crystal memoirs

a frail temptation

formed by miasma of sirens

for their savage beauty, we plunged our eyes and tear our hearts 

resonating thunders

groaning 

under mystic skies

howling mother of ours

come forth 

the iron will, do not cease the coming storm

bringer of aisles of the underworld, 

the conquering worm

a lingering omen of emptiness

recollecting our memories

the crew withdrew 

as the roaring winds blew

so hideous 

so profane

this abyss quench us again

through grips of darkness, under this warm autumn rain 

silence is our new word

silently new world, men of straw they awed

- for a lethal cold god

all children wait

under their caves, on death valley

they rally in faith

with no moral distinctions

a judgement of heaven & hell 

intertwined

- the plague is the law

the law pervading our humanity

amidst

a innocence loss 

the mercurial course 

to whom may wander

from Venus to Mars

(between genesis and chaos)