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.