Seasons of the primordial

Deep under the wild Oak tree screaming souls speak and seek to be set free within the dark night cries embark but never rise into the empty skies as their tears no one hears through the eyes of an everlasting torment. Deep under where their marked years and lamented spirit forever stays the dormant through an everlasting winter without a spring as no God will ever bring.

As the night has its last day to stay without light when men invite no sight but only martyrdom through each dawn that has gone along the way by their foreseen day. Of The last judgment no moment shall pass their weariness as only the wretched beings who dwell within the crying Hell bring our king peace now hear of the enchantments he now tells.

follow the guise of each cry that will rise through the senses of mortality as an everlasting torment as souls still ask why me has humanity seen us blindly has their heart felt our misery from their hands dealt such a burden who do bear.

Through the everlasting faith we faithful now view the newly formed wisdoms among each who preach the preferred word understood good. As seasons slowly change but only the counted by the sound eye are bound as his amounted when guided as found.

Through an angelic tone both the righteous and damned he eternally owns to separate fate from fate among the song sung of humanity. Both good and the wrong who do follow along forever guided and divided as strong.

As each mortal poet is the master of their primordial poem as mortality is eternal through the new rebirth of mortals forever deemed eternally divine when men are defined by the love from above. As the seeking become the sought through each new diabolical and spiritual plot new and old wisdoms are then taught following the slow descent down bellow forever embarking into the dark and cold where only he will behold.

Through a new season by reason they eternally yearned as sent their bird of pray has churned divine words in return. Deep within the depths of the deaths in Hell down the spiral steps breathing their breaths Gods righteousness he began to tell here his Sparrow preached to each to spare those from his arrow.

As the light within the winter's cold chill serenaded their will as their new song wrote each began to sing for the long awaited spring by divine reasons seasons slowly changed. As the soil of sod began to soften through the grace of God up from the sound ground grew a new tree for each mortal to see who became eternally free to plant a seed and proceed as granted as freed when planted.