Comes a time in everyone’s life,
When one must marry and take forth a wife;
It's not a thing to be taken so lightly,
But must be perfected and treated rightly.
When autumn is here and leaves fall down,
In reds and yellows and orange and brown;
Life is the symbol of the beauty of these,
In a marriage of eternity and eternal trees.
As if all were things made of money,
And people but eater of the sweet taste of honey;
You're life is like the first taste of spring,
And alternative season and a fresh inspiring thing.
Understand this so that at the end of April,
Is the birth of the second third of the year;
A time to reflect and for Christ to appear,
That the dead will rise and judgment draw near.
So friends and beloved at the wedding of the lamb,
When things are perfected and while others are damned;
Life will go on into a new world and place,
Where God reigns in victory and the devil insane.
Now listen to this truth so all will come true,
And you will remember and return to place that you knew;
For at the end of April is the death of the earth,
Like a pill that was prescribed and has so little worth.
Signed,
Heaven returns