| Within mine eye's, love is but a feeling of sweet music. Divinity is that of nature clouds hold our peace. Tree's are the mother of sorrow the pain of age shows. Flowers hold inner harmony in ourselves lies ideology. Bad and good in our minds will the forest see the good? Can the oceans see past the evil are the animals angered with us? Confidence in our acts, unjustified at times blind we are, as we stare at destruction. The creators of death with no law No one to punish us, the sinfull. So where is our punishment who is to stop this madness? How can someone be contemp we are utterly lawless. The tree's deserve peace animals should have their lives. How can we decide fate We are like criminals. The lawless trying to bring law only the forest can feel the pain. |