This nose was an overgrowth
It smells bad,denying me health

This ear was an overgrowth
It hears bad denying me peace

This eye was an overgrowth
It sees the wrong making me to sin

This mouth was an overgrowth
It pours saliver over dead meat,making me to eat bad

This ***** was an overgrowth
It errects over beautiful thighs, making me go insane

This legs were overgrowths
They take me to sin leaving my heart
To fight within my ribcage

After all the overgrowths bring me stress and strain
Not even half do I need
I need full chop of them

I will have ethernal life
Eternal peace
Eternal love
Eternal security
And eternal happinness.

The ethernal city have crumbled and risen
Kronos have played his game and beaten all great powers
Their world lost
but their words alive
Timeless

Its the nature of time that the sun must rise and fall
A fact of life that you one day must fall
That day turn to night
Still we stand strong
Timeless

Let wisdom flow like a river
may knowlege never run dry
Do your best to shape the furture
What is left when you die
Timeless

I bring unknown wine to my lips long parch’ng,
And summon them to drink that ruby juice.

My hands hug that cooling translucent glass,
Promis’d heaven, yet it does not reach closely.

Hope, that subtle glutton, it feeds upon the fair,
I wait by that ethernal gate of sweetn’ss,
Knowing it will not come to my mort’l side,
Angels must have seen my desire and hope.

Resting in the land of viands and wines,
I did not know the ample bread of lands,
Some good some poor like fruit of mountain bush,
It was so unlike the drop I tasted last.

             The birds and I me have often shared,
              In nature's joyous enticing dining-room.

The voids calling, echoes out through infinity
The formless, shapeless, blackness thats home to me
Tendrils of oil, ever far-out, reaching
Taking, killing, with no rhythm or meaning
The familiar shape forming in ethernal night
Faces of friends and family, masking your psychic blight
Whispering out of nothingness, paranoia sets in
Decoding who's real, and who's a used to been
Black water rising, aqua turns to sand
Sinking down slow, like a liquid on dry land
Reality and the mind, starts to twist and bend
Deciding weather its better to endure or to end