February 2012
2 posts
Man
I am as a man is, born to kill and to die,
To instill into God, and to free him from his life;
For I am man, raised with the blood on MY hands.
Now I kill, for God, to cleanse the blood I once spilled;
And now I die, for God, to live life as God never shall.
Snow
Soul of the lost, barred by bars;
How melancholy a life for the lost;
Burdened, by frostbite and nerves,
In the cold of life, left to die by its frost.