It is the fate of the kind
If they wish it to be...

Eros had said
That him, I would dread...

“Your friend is there
Within the walls...

If we forgo pursuing truth
Then we allow ourselves to die...

If they talk they talk after one
But all the nails in his socket were gone...

How do you love the empty air
For it seems as though it does not care...

Never was a man who knew of good
Revealing no mercy when I knew I could...

Evil expects that from others
Not to seek comfort from faith of his mothers...

Trust, is sleeping in the back seat of the car...
Love, is your mother cutting an apple and giving...

Of all the kings
Bear him to mind...

Drunk high on desire
Rich memories of you...

Pele, the goddess of fire
The ocean has masked your flame...