

Viva De LiberationIt was May 5th, were him and I spoke for the last time truly we were just sitting. Not knowing that tomorrow would be the bittersweet end. He and I lay there cold, griping the shot glasses with the strength of a gorilla. Cold hard and powerful. He and I had no idea what was to come the truth, the blood, the spirit, and mind of our only true passion spilled out before the entire Nazi army. We were the guardians, the gatekeepers, and saviors of all who cried out for help.Viva De Liberation
We wore the red and yellow the scythe and hammer the common man destined by god to be berlins true savior, but as he lay dying there crying in pain as


Striking the RibsI took it gently oh yes I didStriking the Ribs
After you struck me hard in the ribs I did not hesitate to wobble or wallow But let you use and abuse me Let you take away all I held dear All I held far and near For what did I get in return, a strike in the ribs? With a side dish of Affliction and Agony And not to mention that delicious dessert of desertion For I should have left you now knowing of your shallow and malicious ways Always tearing me down and getting around What did I ever see in you other than self absorption and a hollow shell? For fate is a cruel mistress to se


The destruction of a FoolOh my ever soThe destruction of a Fool
Why must these days be filled with grief and sorrow? Why must the east preach a message of hopeful destruction, and when will the north stop there wretched spawn of hate and control? For these last days should be filled with the love of a savior not the threat of a mushroom cloud.
Surley the death of man is near. And as even the common fool could tell I am not allined to one of these destructive powers. For I am not allined to any man or specific power no matter what his elustrious calling may be. For man will die and there powers will fade,but the fool will always ask "when shall I kn


The Crimson OrchardThe crimson orchard projecting my mind to unfold for the world To give a deeper sense of our third life our life of longing physicality our life of frogiving spirituality and our deep inner thoughts of the dream which folds out our inner most desires, secrets, friends, loves, and past lifves in which no diety or mortal may ever know.The Crimson Orchard
they come like a grey fox in the night blending with there surroundings hiding and waiting for the perfect time to gamble a symphony of wild emotions. Though dreams may captivate some like a grey Fox in the night they are ever so synonymous to the magnificent