Wrapped in chains of gold and silver you coke on your diamonds that you so needed.
Trapped in a sea of paper and false dreams, written all over this paper is the suffering of humans.
Those who have always drive and fight for more, it is no different in the lives of those who do not have. Cold is all these splendors that man has deemed "valuable". Those who's lives are fueled by the want of riches and ease have there hearts turn cold and their souls turned too demons, leaving only a skeleton of a human. They poison the lives of others with their greed choking away happiness and rot the minds of the young. Justified by the word "need"  is how this treachery is allowed to work, but to fill this need one must feast on the need of others taking what gives them life, happiness and dreams. Death and pain is the only thing to come from this greed for the parasites driven by this greed can only fill their cup through the theft of others necessites and happiness, but never can their cup be too full. These creatures would laugh and be marry no matter the way they receive their riches, even if it was to have molten gold poured over their bodies or diamonds driven in their bones. Tainted is wealth and want for it only deteriorates the part of the mind that keeps us from becoming beast and fiends.

Hate is a burn deep in your soul that no prayer could lessen.
Love is a inferno that never burns, but instead brings smiles.
Hate is to forget.
Love is to know for with you need not remember for with it you will always know what is important.
Hate is the teeth that rip and tear at the souls of all forms of life.
Love is the hands that slowly move there hands up the back o a lover, a feeling that can not easily die.
Hate is to bring ruin on all that have reason.
Love gives reason to those who long lost it.
Hate must be felt.
Love needs to be felt.
Let your hate fall away and burst into love, forget your blindness and stop your foolish words that ***** from your mouth to paint ugly pictures of pain that everyone has felt. Love will clean you, let your love hold you, let your love make you.
What does your hate bring? Pain, pain to those that you wish to break into endless pieces that could never be put back together.
Love on the other hand build and makes and holds together for it is made of something those who fallow the cult of hate can never understand.
Love will never turn down anyone and for those of the hateful type they must learn to know and love that.

A darkness that creeps in from all sides. No light can break through the shadows well. A valley of sand and loss, never has any king won a victory in these lands. Here in this plain no flower has grown for the water is hot and black like the sludge of a fools mind. No roads have ever been beaten, none of the twisted skyscrapers of thorns have been cut for no one wishes th settle here in this land of nothingness. The very air is thick with ache and longing for a time that never came to pass. Fear grips this world, fears that all have felt that of loss and the future but in this sphere there is fear that is like that of a nightmare, terrifying but only to the dreamer who is all but trapped in the dark cage of there own destruction. Waking, sleeping and nothing all these are ruled by this overlord, a twisted backwards and evil creation. Spawned from that which is supposed to fight with you, love you and drive you but its all went wrong and your greatest support sprang into your most cruel tormentor. But as he who knows first hand of beasts and woe spoke the words one must hear to shatter these walls and traps of despair
first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.
        Our world is your world so bring light to a world with no memory of light, give as well as take and let it all form into a truth that will grow green and powerful. Hope will not be a need anymore for in your hand and heart you can hold the greats strength one that forms only in the correct conditions and at just the right time. Rare it is to win perfection and only in love can one truly gain happiness from the perfection they have one. There is only a few, maybe even one of these loves one will gain that will reach perfection and when you see someone who cast light onto you cast it back and take it in, let it become you, let your self take it in and let your self bee taken in and soon one thing will form, perfection; sweet unbreakable perfect love. No shadow will ever fall upon any one who becomes enlightened enough and lucky enough to find this love. Glad you will be when you feel this because no one can say they do not wish for this and no one who has it or felt it will ever say they don't want it or never did. Me, you, him, her, no body and everything seeks this rare love and few are lucky enough and gain it but for all the pain one will ever feel or fight through it will always be worth it if it is right, and i know what  right feels like  i feel it everyday thanks to her, my perfection, my love. So smile and wipe away your world of darkness, sand and pain and plant a garden that will grow with the sweetest of things.

I have become a weapon,a thing of war and fear, I am power. Man and women look to me, they pray that I will come to their battles and fight, to save them. That my blade of righteous woe will bring ruin upon those who wish to destroy them. When the see me they do not speak or move for in the presence of a god no action is worth taking, it would mean nothing. I have no name, no home, no allies only they truth and my will exists, I am the destroyer the one who makes what once had reason and meaning vanish. I make the sure the words of hero's never reach the ears of the people. I am hope and despair, I am the shadow that pours into the human mined thats says it is not worth it anymore you are weak and pointless you can not dream or hope for there is nothing.

I scream so that I know i can still speak.
I weep so i know i still feel.
I break down so i can be rebuilt.
I run to make it someplace.
I hate so i must destroy.
I die so i must live.
I try so all i have must be destroyed.
I hope so i must have dreams.
I dream so I must never achieve.

The sands of time fall the same for all of us, we all must at some point drown in those sands.
Does the earth pray that we all melt away faster for we have defiled her.
Do the waves of the see do the shore a favor by destroying it faster, did at one time the land plea with the sea to take it away? Did the sea not have the strength to let its friend go?
Were the hands of man made to love and hold or destroy and throw away?
Is there really more after we die, do we really deserve that gift?
When will a poor mans hope make the world into a better place?