The cold staring wind, in the eye of the beholder like an iced pike.

The sobbing heat of a lover's distrust, a cold embrace.

The crying joy of a child robbed of its favorite toy, but a young boy.

The tears of floods past, the silent river for the lonely.

The foolish courage of men lost, causes long forgotten now obsessed.

The merry terror of the murderers prey, filled with hopes and dreams.



Whether we are laughing, crying, warm, cold, afraid or foolishly brave, the emotions
are all that we have, and it is all we will ever have. For yet we may strive for peace
and understanding, these thing...these emotions is what stands in our way of having the world.

But forget them, or banish them from the realm of your mind and the world...will banish you.



Nobody likes what they cannot be, for...


Men always destroy what they don't understand, or...

What they cannot have...