maniackillerman

Four sworn the meadow corn rises towards the sun east to west with little rest & walking till it's done upon this sphere never so near to gain what I desire Walk all the day to find my way to be greated by the fire A tribe of one or all for none must realise I am higher above the ground and through the sound the soul on funeral pyre will watch this earth begin its birth into the age of water As life accends to begin again a mother begots a daughter into the sound and placed a crown to bring the age to light throws off the glow of heaven slow and destroys what was the night