never said a word. As you walked to your execution you saw a man at his worst. Your silence spoke volumes and your path was unshaken. Thorns embedded
execution. My sadism fed by their obliteration. I laugh at their death and scorn their pathetic existence. Now to non-existence. The thorn in my
Beyond the heaven's warm and velvet mist wouneded by the thorns of existence I'm waiting my last sunset in my winterforst palace I'll dream of you
dark path Her feet are like tree roots, her hands of vines And she holds you and she will entwine (Dreams, she finds out are shattered like a knife) She has thorns
listen My words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come Can't exist
engineered and born, advanced chemistry in a bowl of germs like hybrid corn, complete with hidden agenda beneath the surface lurking and smirking under a crown of thorns
and a stale honey bun In front of everyone she calls me bum But she notices my absence on them afternoons I don't come So here I am, thorn in her hip
To obtain the space I need I lock myself in shelter in the bush thick and thorned In the bush thick and thorned With the infinite being my God Walking
me here Lying in wait hanging like baits strangled by fate would you even care This is my cure this is my life this is my Christ my crow of thorns This
In the garden the roses have no thorns, The growth is steady and quite natural, no parasites, no harm, Immortal existence, perpetual motion, forever
woods One with nature, never alone Our origin is unknown Destination never shown We never serve and never reign Sacrifices for the stars, swords for the moon Thorns
and the vassals of time But, however, life continues it's sculptures Like poetry without rime..." We both exist and do know that we exist and Rejoice in this existence
, humiliating and sad as well The world succumbed, some tell And there I stand stone-still, hence In my own non-existance and muse upon consequence!
One eyed old man I am Yet I possess the knowledge of thousand sages An unborn child I am Though I have existed for billion years The invisible army I
your hair my fingers bleed Like a tear and a sunset in the woods It's a shame to wish to feel But not until... Now I see the thorn of the dead flower
Sucking out the passion and the dream This is the hour of need Allies and foes unite or dark princes will prevail And our world will cease to exist
shores Trembling aflame within the core I have come as far as the end now To an existence where my soul belong My cells forever redeemed Recalling, the thorn