We cry for the deadwhile abusing the livingwe pray to the Heavenswhile we live unforgiving.Bewildered and batteredwe march as lame lambswhile charlatan shepherdsmistreat us and maim.A twisted worldof dead that are livingin a life without lusterlost with misgivings.In...
There once was a princess with spiced chestnut hair she was lovely and bright, her skin soft and fair her lips were ruby red, her eyes gentle fawns her spirit full of joy, her heart as fresh as dawn. On her birthday the Court many wishes presentedthat her life with...