Watch without warning

Ashes of the trees tossed about in the wind advancing the storms to the center of the sea. Watchful peers of the wicked, weary are the merciful before the point of the star is rounded to the entrance of the shelter of the storm. High thrown waters are tossed with spearing waves upon the waters are the dangers timed with age. Watch treated not as warning, time not delayed.

The night of the stranger

Wandering of the deciples into the territory of the todays day. The night of the stranger who tapped the shoulder, was recognized to be one amongst you. Further I say unto you for the land of the forgotton shall cease with time and existence of the future to restore the throne at the altar. For verily I say with the voice from afar the Lords sound is an utterance of the spoken word to the deciple unto you shall the words of me be chosen.

Change

Careless are the times without reason before all change upon the earth falls fast upon the eve to the darkness of eternal light. A wind in the funnel of twisting the time in the air inviting the wool of the sheep of darkness of the cloth. Backwards are the bending bows of the tortured reigns of the sack of the cloth. Beware of the demon of the sainted on high for the mass of the highest order is the vision.