Sallow Halls In Autumn Leaves Poem by kevin foxz

In sallow halls I return heroine for heirloom waterloo
my golden throne escapades in apostasy too few,  in amens  a cross from me,
my throne, my heirloom, mine to the many to see 
more than the few toward the enemy there with you
always amends always attends few that former with chase that offends,
a taste of vision on my lips apocalypse a vision turned toward the former, the altar mixed thesis abraxas in my hips a shorelock on my breach an atheist to teach the phalynx to the east.the former to the breach, god sickled heroine of oil of gold
told the pharaoh of the mold bring the many to the fold
all told there's fewer than many to bring hold hitherto the many old
cyphers, precepts honor with pretext thieves, hell bent precepts bring garner to the leaves of autumn pretense as autumn leaves