The seed of Men,
From trees now freezing.
All silevered leaves
With messages written
The Imitators
In sequences bright.
All perpetraitors
In cahins of gold.
From the Wait we got our hearts so wet.
The Legend rains our drops of sweat.
Sweet all the Season. The crop is Death.
Reaped on the Rush. You hate yourself.
The best of Men,
Through racks now&nb