Runaway shadows begin to exit at Martin’s Winding as the tall, bulging Elm Trees st… in preparation for Winter’s Ball, running away into the deep abyss.

—R.I.P.— —Sgt. John Smith. 1985 – 2017 - —Killed in action— —On May 27, 2017 - —In Afghanistan—

Propheteers They rise up through desecrated cr… From schools so cold as winter’s f… Wearing fancy garb and wayward tru… Looking for empty souls with virgi…

Man of two men, bestial and chaste with a barrier down the middle of his soul, dividing demonic hideaways from upright plantations,

Secrets in the deep-sea world unde… the wind-blown waves, many fathoms under the reach of th… further down under the tall, waterlogged swaying ocea…

What a man is he, alright. He stands out in front of everybody including his place in the alphabet; from the Bs all the way to the Zs. His name, Aaron, earned him that distinction, but ...

Up high on the stage, Where hours melt into minutes, And minutes into seconds, And seconds into nothing, Where music eats up time

Wishing you were here with me I’m in love with you Can’t live without your embrace I can’t eat or sleep My days are lonely and sad

Hello again music. I spotted a band on the television where musical notes were actually played. Lots of people were used again to produce the sound. They and the sound seemed to be o...

To the point but not so to the poi… wandering through the transcendent… flying through time clouds with it… wrapping its arms around the stars… melting the words down to a ferven…

Shades of green run along the verd… touching the sky from an earthly s… Fields of corn and fields of barle… wake up and sing with morning’s re… They flaunt their vibrant green at…

The tie that binds with longing br… Bound together with sacred hinges, Spanning over memories of sordid p… Times of weakness and times of sha… Souls need souls to share a secret…