The gentle breeze blows Whispering hope to ears Be still and come to know God cares for you dear. Softly, sweetly whispering In the cool of the day Wondrous joy...
Revolvency, shape, earth's gracely assured Or blest that dost less the villainy Oars of jolly pulchritude, aye! Or aught more that gently discourse? And proffer of much loving soft? Much...
The damage is done, The eyes has lost its sight and The visions, all withered and wasted Like an untended flower left to rot. The world had become a footstool;...
The fire in her eyes seared my soul coal-black, Heaves of despair slouched her small, scrawny back, Engraved on her spirit was a weary lonely lack. For the first time,...
Very soon, vultures will gather here To pick up living cadavers that make cadences of deep snore. They'd smile at the crimson coloured caffeine dripping from the dark side of...
Shines the sun to the moon wills done Smiles the earth darkness is bygone Swings are trees to the leaves air is musical Humans in tarantella their hair worries are...
Filled in my eardrum are rhythms of doom with the sweet tone of despair tuned in by bombing tales of sacred nations with naive notions tied on boomed killings to...
Over the bony oases rises a sorrowful song Like dark fumes in a broad day Whistling sonorously at random In the hamlet clutched in the fist of wars. The feud...