• When the loveless retains the love it has lost,
    They gain none but futile dust
    and whispering winds
    of fragile speeches that is reformed
    by whimpering pains of the dead.
    these love seeks the seekers
    and the burning souls of the damned.

    With such gothic textures went by my lips,
    they crave indigestion of knowledge
    beating the terror of the hate.
    The lady in black showed her palm,
    decorated by patents of mass clearence
    of genius structural creation by god.
    "I belive" said the man, "I oppose the creation" ,
    he then took a deep breath and died in her arms.