Redfield32

People, the endless cycle that man and woman produce daily. The cycle that never stop till the world’s heart stop beating with a single pulse. We stand united, we stand to assist. We can make a difference in our world. We march, salute, we defend, we fight, we stand, we mourned. The emotion of a person is the gift that allows us to fulfill our loveable desire. Our worries give us the potential to think, to act, to learn, to adapted, to know, to sense the very being within our soul. Our hand, they are the tool to forge our path, our destiny. The entire meaningless task, bestow upon us, are never worthless. People believe in May gods, many

The sky, the ocean, the rain. Blue ever so relax. Life is space and time master. They uphold and store order. They breath and sigh. Life a new to the world. Harmony and tranquility, the spirit wonderful elixir. A drink and peace is showered over the soul. Endless happiness rain down upon those that cry toward freedom. An endless pool of joy and free suffering. The devil, sealed in his tomb, forever more to never harm the flower. That flower, grows, develop, gain knowledge and wisdom. The ability to think, feel, smell, hear, taste, and sense. The human body, the transfigure of a soul to the shell of skin and body organs. The life, it beat with

She stand, she fall, she laugh, she cry, she shiver, she anger, she frown, she smile. The sky, pure as black, the ground, dessert and died, how life fallen. The Queen, she walks. A red carpet is set. The slave, they bow, they cry and cheer. All hail the Queen of Neverwere. Her name is known through the universe. some believed she is a vampire, others say a mutant. Some believe she is gentle. others believe a tyrant, a dictator. I can give you a reason, a reason that tremble the soul of your feet, your soul, your mind and heart. Her name is consider to be feared, her name strike the hearts of many. She is a goddess, a sexy goddess. Men may nev

Tear, Regret, Lose, Anguish, Suffer, Joy, Life, Spirit, Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Darkness........The endless pool of life, how sarrow become thy master. The endless memory of chain connect to past, present, and future. Life gose on, others buried under mothers earths womb, lying dormant, waiting for the assention of the blue Ocean of the foggy white sky. A tear trickle down the heart, the soul, it cry for the sword, the memory serve thy shining night in the endless battle of good and evil. Shall stab through thy lovers bosom. Black rose ever so sweet from thy succulent lips, it bleeds eternal juice. How coppery thy blood turn out. In the end