The Spring Water

No weather sun or snow or winter lows.
Even though the tide of blood is draining,
The water from a sewer overflows,
Floating on an open sea of wading.

The breeze of winter rain and rivers flow!
A mountain like an ocean overflows,
Float across a sea of heavy snow,
On the river where the water grows.

A thousand rivers flowing through the mud,
An ocean full of highs and winter lows,
Water like a catastrophic flood,
Hell or where the sewer overflows.

Frozen waters slowly tossed and dried.
Beneath an ocean where the river flows,
A thousand rivers flowing like a tide,
Across the sea of bodies wet and froze.

Then another lonely river flows,
Across an endless sea of being fed,
A river where the frozen water grows,
Never felt the blood of heaven shed.