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no longer blessed
with the gift of spring
joyless transition
birth of nothing
silent are the blooms
who greet this change
yet it seems all for naught
flowers scream in rage
heat death of rebirth
cold breath of aimless birds
all the land met this wretched curse
no return
no return
no return for desecration
stands tall
over us all
fields weep wet with tears
undeserving
never again blessed
with the gift of spring
fruitless expectation
death of everything
loud are the skies
who bring this change
for them it is mere reaction
to usher in this pain
heat birth of full death
cold words of aimless men
all the land met this wretched curse
cant return
cant return
cant return for annihilation
stands tall
over it all
eyes weep wet with tears
had it coming
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hark, my lordking the sun, spare me
please, your powers unworldly, humbling
know, that i am not worthy
pity, pithy
conquest, succeeding
this blaze, unceasing
thin, the film of our lives
our world, disappearing
punishment due
for all disrespect unto you
transgressions
not strong enough of a conviction
these crimes arent mine
but ours
hark, my lordking the sun, take me
please, your power has won, squarely
know, that i am not worthy
no pity, destroy me
punishing heat
is the reward we reap
progressions
not strong enough of a premonition
these crimes arent mine
we all cry, we all lie
hark, my lordking the sun
surrender our will to your love
free us from our dying prison
seasons all fallen to you
a war of attrition and fools
still on, still fought, all to lose
hopeless prostration
acceptance, devastation
it all crumbles
please, my lordking the sun
surrender my soul to your love
free me from my dying spirit
the yearning of redemption
ceaseless apprehension
it will all crumble
please, my lordking the sun
please, my lordking the sun
please, my lordking the sun
please, my lordking
please, my lordking the sun
i will crumble if you let me
i will crumble at your rays
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Autumn : No Harvest
06:05
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already fleeting moments
now quicker than a blink
nostalgic rumination
exists in empty space
here, float
leaves drift with hesitation
but quicker than before
the chill of indecision
has turned to gray warmth
unformed
non-place im here
briefly i fear
hardly lasting
unnoticed
the death of so much
where did the feeling go
where did the season go
the forest freed of colors
now lays in wait for cold
naked display of nature
prepared for times that may not
come at all
cycles unfold
purgatory reigns
no harvest, no name
no harvest, no place
shapeless, forgotten
lost, missing, wrong, mourned
faithful patience
waiting, hoping, you'll return but
no
no harvest, no face
shaken, unbroken
cracked, scarred, worn, charred
faithful patience
bated, cautious, scared, knowing that you're
gone, for good
where did the feeling go
no harvest, no respite
no meaning, no deathbed
lifeless, endless, nameless, faceless,
placeless, desperate, please come back i know its all my
fault, thoughtless
no harvest
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Winter : She Lives On
07:02
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like an animal encaged
cornered panic and rage
erupts from the wind
with a strangeness of intent
madness has overtaken her
a shell, no direction
this hell of mans own invention
a chaos ensues
a path we must choose
death by fire for the madman
or cure this illness induced
hubris so everlasting
death knell, know well
this spell of mans own creation
a cold wind blows
a lack of snows
sleet and thin ice
fail to grow
hungry and tired
she lays on the floor
when will she get up
what will happen when she gets up
a deadly infliction
for what she now brings
is sharper and wilder
with a reckless abandon
horror and plague
blizzard, serial killer
this mind of mans own interfering
a cold wind blows
the winter, she rose
with a blade of ice
she cuts your throat, no remorse
hungry and tired
she looks from afar
now already crashing
from destruction that no one thought
could be
anymore
she wont die
she wont stay down
she lives on
life of protest
i know who you were
i know what you stood for
i know that this lashing out
yields judgment undeserved
you are not at fault
you are owed forgiveness
you are not the crimes committed
upon the only world you know so
come with me
come back home
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