Seasons strike nine...
Ought the eleventh interval...
Upright digits line...
With one big festival...
Inscribed with four insignias...
Each crest with insurgence...
Moving with swift inertia...
Towards their sweet indulgence...
Then came the battle to define fate...
A crystal ball defining a prophecy...
Winds kissing through hard slate...
Lashing through the panic of misery...
No doubt of genius proportions...
Inclined to precision during the cavalry...
Drawn towards the open partition...
Still ain't unscared to face this rivalry...
Almost through my open gates of yonder...
Lies my fantasy to inconceivable key holes...
No wonder what's in it for me to ponder...
Wait and see, I can capture a whisp of great souls...
A solitary time for enhanced laidness...
Challenged to thee over my body...
Onto the climax of my wellness...
Until the wrath be too crudely...
Opening another thershold to the past...
Breaks the window of a voodoo master...
Be puppet nor doll be away to cast...
Their innocence stolen to life in cluster...
Blankness over blackness...
Illuminated with beseiged hope...
Ruined with lost antiquities...
Ought to recover, but unable to cope...
Beyond this crime shall pay us vengeance...
More than ever life can pay thee...
The circle of life may fade its radiance...
Reclined to this crime ought to see...
Revenge, no stop, shall give more than eternal...
A bittersweet sight of allianced blood sons...
One which stands with a pen unnocturnal...
Needless to dry out with infinitude all at once...
All at once, I just wish you'd come by to fix me up...
Hope that time would heal the grandeur of mine...
Melt my heart from the ice I'm catalyzed in to stop...
All at once, you'd be there to make everything fine...
A/N: ... Everything would be alright, when I'm with you... <3
RIP 9/11 Victims, HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUYS! And... Goodbye kittens.. </3
