Lessons of a Soul

When do we remember the process of fate which leaps in our hands.
Words are never meant to be used when destiny is at our feet.
It only flows with the silence which supports our thoughts and deepest emotions.
Someday you might turn towards greatness, the rest you'll be looking at yourself!
Screaming, shouting, wishing to make a difference in your life.
The worthless fears of growing old and ending up with a wife.

Even as your words speak of the great storms and norms, the river  still has existence and wisdom more than yours.
Planets are not a  part of the plan, which makes you to dominate.
Shores are not a part of the sweet feeling which you would want.
Pleasure is the only thing you've got.
Death is not your greatest pain.
Agony rises from the same.

Beware of power!
Beware of greed!
Life builds like a tower.
Satisfaction is all we need!!

Gush of Gore, Rush of Blood

Gush of gore...
Rush of blood.....
Local store.....
Covered in mud

Veins are cut
Throats are slit...
There is no body which fits.
Dark and gray.....
Evil will stay
Drops of fumes...
Darkness resumes


Gush of gore...
Rush of blood.....
Local store.....
Covered in mud

Terror dreams...
Unreal screams.....
Souls crying inside...
Rush of blood in their skin
Human feelings rise from within!


Gush of gore...
Rush of blood.....
Local store...........
Paintings galore!!!