… bring me that box
from a vase that contained a jar,
Pandora knew to close that
one and it lead an entity of belief,
to take the world and give it hope
by dying and loving humans all the same.
. . .
Who led that first hate,
Then why you keep hating the ones you want to love.
So please lets hang Cain once more,
Yet no Jealous mind keep us apart,
then why do all wants both at the same time.
When loves keep hating hate.
you led them all believed,
Why can’t it be Saturday.
When all along I knew in me,
the cross bore ona Thursday evening, and Friday was the
Then that fated early Saturday, he was prepared for homecoming,
still people keep coming to you on a Sunday, and only Sunday they
can be all pious and very humbled.
At that single line on a Monday,
They still act as a 5 year old.
Th3 resonance of a
that never sleeps in the mind,
where its own hall
can never be found,
Only atonement and
a revelation of one’s
own relations can be that
way to salvation.
… will u please build me a tempestous faith
while knowing all of that thereof what
condition, i lied in wait while
holding my heart with my mind.
Your eyes speaks of simplicity.
Your smile as a child,
laughs like there is no tommorow,
yet you preach your gospel like no other,
I will always be a follower of your life and love you keep sharing like no other.
Sorry no image,
please use imagination
on this one.