My enemy sold its soul many years ago Setting their leeches upon those that have what they do not The ability to create beauty and meaning in this world Instead they just make more sadness and emptiness for them to fill
Why is there a need for these virtues? When the bland and soulless can be Elevated equal or above By any with adequate means
All we have created, The total sum of arts and knowledge Now within our grasp But tainted by association With the vacuous and empty headed creations of liars
"You are the ruiner of all things good" "Life is pain. Anybody who says differently is selling something."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
