Never knows best.

Fall is here, leaves drop colored in brown and red.

New bones rise from the ground collecting tidbits of information to pass along the future generation. The crowd now gathers 'round the fire chanting spells of a thousand years in adoration. Mother lays awake to demonic expressions, soon to be crying out for refuge.
She ran wild, summoning the beast that slays. Out at night with the moon following quietly behind, lighting the dark path towards the horizon.
The world I once loved is going away, leaving no signs of return for the misused. Green shelters fuse along the wooden branches, like moss growing on a dead corpse. And alone again, we'll all be.

Pick up your heart boy, it's only a temporary sickness which consumes the light you hold so dearly. These last few pedals crawl beneath my shoulders evolving into white feathers, composing wings of godly progressions. Spring forward were the unbeknown dig holes the size of oxes...

Now a man in the distance holds in his right hand a bundle of treasures, "Once we walked in the sunlight. Cover me I've felt the holy divine tear right through my soul."