

WeepWeep for the loss, Weep for the age, Weep for time's sake,Weep
Fiery passion fades, Abrupt and devoid of deep meaning, As people age and delay the inevitable.
Weep for charity, Weep for kindness, Weep for the innocents.
Purity turns to dust, As the world turns its eye, On a creature who must age.
Weep for loss, Weep for kindness, Weep for love.
Kindness burns away, Scalding words spoken arise fear, And those of truth tire of injustice.
Ash turns to dust, Dust turns to water, And water t


Louis the EvilLouis strode towards the park, Lined with magnificent oak, Leaves as red as blood, Stretching as far as the eye could see. Louis smiled, His steps direct and full of purpose, Contempt mars his face as he regards his gathered troops.Louis the Evil
The scent of blood is heavy in the air.
Louis looks around him, Armor shines radiantly in the morning light, Not a shadow stirs as the men regard their commander. Louis's smile becomes wolfish,
He raises his hand and points. The men obey their silent command.
They march towards the village, Armored foots


Farewell My LoveLike the song of a melody, Echoing in my heart, I never lose the sound of your voice. I would have followed you to the end of the world; Perhaps that is why you left me, And now I stand at my window, The frost chilling me, My warm breath steaming the glass pane. I still wait for you to return. Although long ago, People gave up on me, And of course, On you too.Farewell My Love
They say we are lost souls, I say we are united by our hearts, Which met so briefly on a cold winter night. Though you walked out that door, While I slept sloudly next door, &nbs


Cry MurderCry murder, cry murder. For the blood has been spilt, And now it pools, Oh it pools around his form. Cry murder, cry murder, For his heart beats no more, And tears of blood stain his satin cheeks. So cry murder, cry murder, As his wife is a barren widow, Who sleeps on a pillow soaked with tears, While her husband lied dead underground. Say murder, say murder, For his dead and buried, The case unsolved, As he lies a dead and rotting corpse. His widow cries, He dies, And they all cry murder! Murder! Let it not pass, For murderCry Murder
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"Be kind... for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." Plato
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