The locusts swarms, a frightening might.
This Biblical plague that devours everything in...

Your heart still does lock me out.
Am I dead to you...

Crimson skies in the twilight.
Please tell me is this...

Winding
Following...

Yesterdays and yesteryears good
grace has long been gone...

Give thanks:
September 6, 1620, the Mayflower with her crew and...

Daily battles that have no cause,
leaving deep and bitter scars...

Apprehension
Many mixed convictions...

The Monarch is such a mystery to me.
Each winter it will prepare for it's perilous...

Hot
Your gaze...

Take a look
closely at your life...

Piercing eyes
The tempest brews...