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I think of it as home

I think of it as love as such a beautiful sight to my eye

There is nothing such as sweet as nature for it is priceless

And yet so fragile among the lives of humanity

As i look upon this Love that I see

Every tear stays from my eyes as i remember such a beautiful and fragile thing as rare as this is destroyed daily

This Love no one acknowledges except we who grasp at its wrist to call it back

I am he Who trembles as his hand graze across the brake of a tree so powerful and yet so weak among mere men

I am he who tears from his face

For such tragic non-sense causes my pain to erupt forth

And Destroy my Happiness

For it is what my Father Built for us all

For it is what My King has kept for Generations

I am He Who cries for Revelation

For nothing is so as sweet as natures Love

What is Love to man if this is not

What is Man if Love is Not!

What Is Love if Madness is Man

What is Man If Man Cant Love and Let Love Be!

This Greed

This Envy

This Gluttony

This Lust

This Sloth

This Wrath

This Pride

Man is Disgrace

With out Love

Man is Nothing

With out Love

Man is Void

With out Love

Man is no more

Man is No More

Women are much like roses. Hold on to then too tightly and their thorns in every attempt will pierce your skin and there pedals bleed like tears as if they wish you had never found them In the meadow they stray in. You must be more careful with the women you love

A name in itself is just a title but you giving it your own definition is reason behind the title which builds the title and the wall that carries it.

Hold on to your reason because your reason is the hilt of your sword and not the title because the title is your blade and your sword can very well break and or turn on you depending on how you wield it