Wind of the North

I filtered the wind to sense the colors of the air

Projecting the graphs describing past and future

The shapes of the living and calamity they bear

Clairvoyance became a word far too weak

Cynicism, awareness interlaced into grace

A beauty from which my valedictory springs

Forgive what seems sinister and crude to face

Forgive my conviction to save these skies

The wind of the north seems pleasant and lush

Compared to the chill in my eyes at the time

The wind of the north obey none but me

Calm as a sun while deleting you all

A withering process was programmed and set

Annihilation unfortunately inhibited itself

In the name of humanity the dissonance spread

The heavenly became so rippled and blurred

Dimensional rift that defines our existence

Fragile and weak while mankind lasts

To trigger the device that corrects and resets

Focusing on routes neglecting the past

The wind of the north seems pleasant and lush

Compared to the chill in my eyes at the time

The wind of the north obey none but me

Calm as a sun while deleting you all