The color of your skin, It sings perfection to Me. The shades of color in you window eyes, Allows Me to see only you. The outside is just human, It's the soul hidden, That makes you far more different. The soul that's hidden, That's what beauty is.
The cold air stabbing there skin like knives. While it brushes agenst mine. They shiver I stand strong They breath frost And I breath fire. Who is weak now.
"I wish to harm others; even if I am hired to protect them." "I wish to praise the devil; even if I know He causes suffering, destruction and chaos. " "I wish to make one race better and greater than all others; even if I belive that everyone is equal. " "I wish to bully the feeble and innocent; even if I belive that I should treat others the way I wish to be treated." "I wish to point out others flaws; even if I belive everyone is perfect. "
I wish to live in a world where peace love happiness and joy can actually happen forever ; even if it is impossible .