Poetic Apocalypse

Under the cold icy sun thunder will unfold as told and nicely done. Through the cloudy shrouded view the Golden moon those within the throws as beholden the times that loom as to the prophetic nations will now resume.

A time within reflection as a moment spent without perfection is only the beauty left unseen.
As the flawless reason is flawed beyond time without the reasons of God so to its unsaid seasons as these reflections have led.

Through these new times that only the few renew their meanings to date the divine fate seeks its passage beyond its gate. As the way from yesterday has found the profound meaning through our lesser way.

If our divine cannot have righteousness than mankind will not have righteousness.