The longer I live, the more I realize, bad things happen to everybody, but most of the time they happen to those close to you, |
I would count a Man with the Dead,
Just to rip of his Shattered Head...
Sleeping Soundly,
I walk up to Her...
Drowning in thine Eyes of Silvergreen Bliss,
Above Purest Lips ever seen...
Deep in the Night most Calm and Still,
A Fox roams, sent here by ill will...
If all be fair in Love and War, |
Faith is a lie for every living creature, |
If one would take all Evil away, |