The sun shines on the glazed glass Dim reminders of the past; Autumn blooms in November; Leaves golden brown strike ember. Trees w...

Mark these letters I    insist, Isis is Void of human qualities I insist Is a satanic pack    roaming the land Rotten nuts think they...

Sun glistens through the glass; Dim recalls of the past; Autumn in November; Golden leaves strike ember. Skeletal tree remains ...