Through times of filthed tides unforgiveness subsides in term the trials before our worlded feet.
What should not have firmed against our core gave rightful revenge in seek,
ennoble hopes amongst the living still for now we walk, a beautied urn speaking pomps that churn the slides of journeyed sleet.
Crowned in vain are the grounds unable to heal exhaustions thread, when the polluted sky of earth curses 
the sky beyond, philandering the middled and the weak, contemplating abandonement of those needy
once, but no more given shelter in murdered mercies fond.
The blackening of said promises burnt in flamed forests that torch not the errors done in knowledge and yet they still. 
Humanities plots against self and ego tires the ones who wear duty, truth and salvation in the funeral
of dead mankinds earthly home and will. 

Lantern the path shown to jest or test loud passions nulled by the uselessness of monarchys and higher borns,
whose heart and wages fornicate with vanities unworthy to carry the cross worn red, a head of thorns. 
Be not dismayed by the religious nons, all have bones and flesh about to mesh in heaps of prophesied feedings warned.
The alters and their readings tried as they did, failed to success the greedy mockery denied by the foolish and the dumb.
For now the turning of cheeks, the closing of eyes, the giving of deaf ears, will end life on this gifted sphere, not just the poor, unlucky or some. Prepare for earths great mathematical reprimands and its numeric beating of vengeful drums.
The sun no longer a friend and the moon no more is she a mother, punishment given in due time from it's father, as we are the swaddlings of the ended reaping, yet to come.