Suffering inside. Never speaking.
In pain, but never physically,
The air a cloud of melancholy: a deserted land in mind.
But somehow I know,
...
Earthly Hatred
Suffering inside. Never speaking.
In pain, but never physically,
The air a cloud of melancholy: a deserted land in mind.
But somehow I know,
I sense,
I see,
An atmosphere of euphoria
At war with earthly hatred!
How its smiling sword slashes at the desolation!
Humanity saved from the fate
Of hate
For life.