Train with a raining brain

The trail and all is tail. 
Will sit and wait like all iron rails.
The wooden stones
And it's October floors
Is the irons back bone.
Trails 
That connect
wood and metal
Earth and nature
Wonders and creatures.
Life and bucket kickers
The time too distance
The highlights of existence
The essence
That felt pleasant.
The ride that never lost sight.
So moment became
A melody.
Turning Insanity into symphony.
Just so sound could die unknowingly.
My Sky's begin too shelter places
That normally 
Give tons of hatred
To God's heart faces.
Way before they aggregated
There souls were aggravated
So hate elevated
And laid life that wanted to live
On tracks of train 
So hatefull could rain
And have no were too drain.
Hurtling up the souls the caved in.
Preachers preaching to teachers
Now teachers test positive for teaching.
And the brain with so much pain
Was learning the meaning
Of insane and nothing more,
So they had nothing to blame.
for evil
Din't not explain
Why fate and hate
Sounded the same
And both present with no shame
But our hearts kept faith.
They said why teach what we hate. 
If death is in our breath.
And lethe they will drink
Forget the yesterday
And so they shrink.
And they're souls to he'll they sink.

But live came out in form of unknown
With deaths neck inside the lives hand.
Squeezing death back to life
To fill in the empty in good 
And death leaving 
it's fill Empty.
And the good of god 
with plenty.