These terrorists don't understand all they have is the wrong agenda.  Leaving us to bare the scars we all remember. If they all read there holy books right the armed forces all wouldn't need to be in this fight. Black and white as they keep us away from the darkness they help us bring fourth the light.

So wild are the graves with carved stone names. With souls of heaven and hell with different stories to tell. On angles wings do the good leave this world. As the evil in death sees the devil in god's firey spell. Unquenchable by no water or heavenly well.

Everything what goes up must come down. The only thing on this earth that doesn't is your age.

A true intellectual must learn how to read and write with thoughts of the mind. knowing the ways of our true intellectuals in our time.

Artisticology is the worship of art.

My emotions gathered in the mist to confess my undying love for thy. With spells of the sun peering through a solement cloud showing we had so much fun. Knowing our love affair carried on till the morning sun. While my lucent heart beats with a plenum of sensations to fill the stars. In a void of pure pleasure to never relinquish my feelings I have for you my darling Janet.

These badmen had a evening of excursions hidding from the devil inside. With wild eyes of pretension from heartbroken minds knowing  love was to hard to find. Unhinged and unhinded it showed a different state of presence. He knew his actions could be accountable  as he looked upon a golden leaf with only power stopping him from being a thief. As his preternatural transparent humour saved him from crying when his dad lost his soul in the dead of the night. Reflections of the past echoed in his heart as trampled shoes dulled as woman and men heared in like cattle. While power hungry relatives circled the room in a coterinous space longing for a prosperous life. Reading there will of there destiny a solicitor looked upon disbelief knowing only money could contain there grief. As a glint from the moonlight showed silhouettes on a cold wall. While he's free in a merciful maze as they all wondered what will happen in this limitless time. With contenous holes that soiled his body in a unmarked grave. Just as perfumes and aftershaves masked a holy smell hoping his spirit goes to heaven not hell.