The crown of the frown

The Bridging of the days',
What a beautiful work displayed,
Along the river of the cold ways,
The cold of the rock,
The haze.

And you worked hard,
Night and day, to erect a path direct,
For the wind to blow cold,
From the rock of old.

You, manual workers',
Worked hard,
To complete this magnificent task,
The workmanship never did fail,
To bring this beautiful hail,
And when it did strike,
You felt the cold door shut,
Left to reside,
In a small hut,
Playing your chest and eating nuts'.

To wait for the next task set,
A resting place, for a while,
Became a place where,
Chest became your days',
Keeping clear,
Waiting for the work of cheer.

And you waited until your grandfathers' death,
No work did come to rest.
Settled to rest,
The family bonds' did scarper
Not yours' to barter.

Then you started to wish you never did work,
For you was thrown to the bottom of hell's dome.
But the answer to your question is,
How to bring down, hell's crown.

Hells' crown, handling the fright,
No God given nights',
Did ascend down.
So the maths' were layed down.

x3=
2(nothings')=2x2=2ls=.
Ascending down upon the crown,
To bridge, the ascension crown, bring the frown down.
nd
A=2x=\/=m2=x2=equilibrium.

Eitherside, and up and down.
From the inner, of eitherside,
Will be where the huge foot does lie.
The crown of hell's frown,
Will be brought down.