Wednesday, November 4, 2009
What Happen, Us Or You?
This is not what I hunted, this not what I desired
This is the misery, not existence
This is the hurricane through my lost soul.
Hell is this world, into the gloomy and allegory
Hell is the slaughter and never found wealth
Hell is a vista of innocents’ grave.
What a hatred of your vindictive touch
What a pain of your rage actions
What a miss of vanished spirit.
When is the time you unleash my soul
So that I can unearth my laughter time
My pain is departed, myself is found?
Time will come, pain will fade away
Life will start, death will wane
Love will be felt, bliss will be received