Life is a picture painted on the canvas of chaos.

Desires slay shame and regret, filling life with guilt.

Every line, stanza, and verse I write is a tribute to life.

Let peace be the new language our hearts shall speak.

Let it mend the wounds that hatred has wrought.

Life unfolds as a journey of aimless strides, time has abandoned faces, and shadows have lit souls.
Just as a thunderclap fills an empty cave, the experience is void.

When life becomes larger than the ideal for humans, human bonds and empathy break down, and degradation and destruction become his chosen destiny.