Death to All

Death to all

Who've come to steel

The beauty of my soul

 

The secret in my heart

The creation in my mind

The one that I alone can see

The man who was left behind

 

Death to all

Who've come to watch

The wickedness take toll

 

To the secret in my heart

The creation in my mind

The one that i alone can see

The man who was left behind

 

Death to all

Who've come to hate

All I have to love

 

The secrets in my heart

The creations in my mind

The ones that I alone can see

All those left behind

Reviews

[Adela Muresan]

The beauty of the soul can never be stolen� even if the soul gets wounded now and again.

I think you described the treasury of the self beautifully :); dough the fact that you desire death to others, because they hurt you is a bit too much, if you ask me.

A.M.