Submissions by Menoisme

Suffering is a gift all the others a mockery. A test from God only some can endure. many create misery out of suffering, that's to say they've begun to dig their own grave.
Their hands become bloodied and torn.
They will soon go mad.
The lines between men and women will blur.
As they become consumed by their madness.
Governments will collude against the commen wealth.
The world is falling into madness it shall not fall forever.

What is life without suffering, to that I say a circus and laugh. It may be the embodiment of joy for a child. However as we grow wiser we understand a circus is where animals lose liberty,  enslaved for monetary gain and in this circus we are the animals by Manuel C

Oh my, our love is like a cup of tea
For a cup of tea is never perfect It can be too bitter or too sweet
Even to sour or spicy Oh, but our love was bitter
Sometimes sweet
Oh, a cup of tea you can take to the streets of Paris or
even the city of Rome
It's most preferred, however, in our little o'le home I want to sip from this tea till the day I take my last breath For that cup of tea, however, not perfect nor the most expensive
That tea warmed my soul It yanked me from my darkest hour
And as it grew bitter, it sent me right back Oh my love, that...