Cared for her more than the world its self,
And readily sacrificed all to keeper her smiling...

Through bitter tongues of hate filled wrath,
we lose the essence of expression...

I have found the perfect blossom,
That is sculpted to perfection...

I hate this world and all its contents,
And what it has become today...

I looked to God, and I said I Hate you,
He raised his arms and Hugged me...

Put down the rope, the knife, the blade,
Through the blood of Christ your debt is paid...

It must be hard to see that your mother is gone,
But i promis your tears will soon dry...

How naive believe in a just world,
A lie beyond all imaginability...

We live in a world that is supposed to be round,
But that is something to question...

Lost in the darkness,
of a careless and selfish society...

The earth has circled the sun once more,
For the sixteenth time in your life...