and many hearts shall fall,
Who finds where love is made?
Anybody at all?
Feelings of endearments
are casted here and there,
But love is nothing like
A shallow, empty stare.
When one fights for someone else,
And cries only for thought and reason,
They will find the answer to the answer,
Which has created every season.
"Everyone who lives must die, not everyone who will die will live."
"It is not where you come from it is where you are going."
"A threesome relies mainly on the "balance" or trust {and weight}."
"How many idiots does it take to count idiots?" {Census 2000}
"If everybody in the world would take a second and think... "
"Government means overpowerment of weak individuals."
"Anything and everything is possible... just weakness is not"
"A strong mind will create a strong body"
"Hey Bill Gates, Can I borrow a few Billion in small bills?"
"The new monetary bill for Clinton has a hole in it!"
"Anybody who is given life shouldn't take it, but should always protect it."
"Hell is the end of what we know and the beginning of what we don't"
"Heaven cannot be bought and religion dhould be free."
"Love has been turned into a large pimping game with many losers."
"If there is love out there, I hope somebody finds it before it is forgotten."
"Money can buy freedom, but can also cost life."
"Education systems have been outta touch to reality for too long."
"Is money the only thing that makes everyone happy?"
"What happened to this world of beauty? Why is it so impure?"
"A tear fell from Jesus's eye as he turn from what Earth has became."
"There are too many baby daddies in the world, and not enough fathers."
There once was a king.
He cried out for battles,
and won little of nothing.
The battles kept raging,
And grew into delightful fear,
So he gave up his life,
To save something so dear.
In the heat of his last battle,
His blood began to boil,
He found he was in love,
And his pain was soon to spoil.
It the last of his fights,
The poor king learned to cry,
The love that he found,
Was the only thing to die.
The kig began to wonder,
As his pain began to spout,
And that losing this battle,
Was what love is all about.
So from that last moment,
Through his chest he would shove,
The sword he had never used,
The sword created by love.