If I were a master who would love to be my slave?
What nature did not give, nature cannot save...
On an old wooden cross,
beneath the blistering sun...
I can be your savior
I can be Your Martyr...
I can feel my flesh disintegrating
My tongue burns red as blood is regenerating...
Sometimes I think life's not fair,
And I think God doesn't care...
Hey there. I know this isn't a normal poem as such...
If I stand...
Golden rules of our age
some are written in stone...
The end is so near but yet so far. when you think...
This story is a true one
As honest as one can be...
The Devil resides in no where land,
Where he an his minions dwell...
Meekness is not my weakness
I have a will of my own...
Remember when your lost,
God will guide you...