man is no more than a crawling desease on the face of the earth
the grave is the only cure for his vileness
OH HOW DEAD I WOULD BE,
i love you leigh
YES? THEE SKY SPEAKS THE LULLABY
to little we see in nature that is ours,
I REALLY LIKED IT WHEN YOU GAVE ME FLOWERS,
the purpose of life is to love and to learn and to better know the intracacies of creation
GOT THEE WARMTH TO BE SOMEONE, MAYBE? REAL SEXY!.....TION
insane,
whats the weight of a flame
whats the speed of darkness,
life is the miracle that defies chaos through growth and reproduction
time....
I SENSE THEE ESSENCE THAT ARISES THROUGH THEE MASTER CHAIN
thought process's crowd my brain,
the beauty the wind doth surrond thee earth,
all one needs to exist, his senses always full
but it seems mans lot is war
MY HEAD, MY HEAD OH HOW IT THROBS WITH AGONNY OF THOUGHT,
FOR THEE ANSWERS I HATH SORT,
BECAME,
JUST A NOTHING TO THEE END,
I NEED KINDNESS TO REGAIN MY SOUL
the path of evil leads to hell
anyone who chooses this path should not cross mine!
the end,
FRIEND................................