Drops, like minutes of a final December
The waters from swollen clouds
Overcome with the duty to remember
Upon those whom presume to be proud

A chill so worthy to be soothed
Freezing-rain, dusk and frost collude
Retreat to our dens to exude
The poisons of prophecy seep abused

Churn, will the nature hope to cleanse
An intelligence already prepared to mend
A terrestrial platform for us to tend
Failed, like those our lies would not defend

The heat will speed-up the immunities
Insectia prevails as we out-smart ourselves
A race given to preclude our possibility
Meant only for the slavery we refuse to expel

Broken, the dreams of a true romantic
On its back is a tortoise singing cries
Hiding from the passing threats, abandoned
Life is but a slow-motion suicide

Sick as you are, you beg for more
The only reliable grip of control you implore
Terrified of a threshold so few will explore
Once through, as if the world is the shore

Cosmic oceans of endless dreams exist so pure
The truth of love and peace will proffer
When they once fought here for reason
Shall they live-on again a new season

How clear the signs, yet some compound
Due to those whom choose to swerve around
If a sudden pleasure should rule your fate
Give-up now because it's already too late

Days; the hours of a final December
Ample time to take control of your world
Release the fear and frailty in your soul
Be the memory that is forever invulnerable

In love, you are your only soulmate
The very first dependent in your reach
Conquer your walls by this date
And paradise will wash upon your beach