Patch up the wounded world It is bleeding from its heart Feel the untreated sadness That's spread round the globe Like a contagious illness A Pandemic of hate and sorrow Ravaged the "human race" The world needs Love The only emotion Like a wet and dry dressing Over a wounded flesh Let's heal the world By the Power of Love!
Here she lays in bondage Her hands and feet enchained She is naked on a bare wooden divan Under the mercy of lord Marquis-De-Sade.
She curled up in a fetal position Blindfolded, subservient and obedient to the Art of sadistic love. She is submissive and docile And tractable as silver.
Her skin flushes under "hot wax," she screams With ecstasy, she's humiliated and tortured by Painful sensation. Here she lays in bondage Her hands and feet enchained. Oh, this is the art Of "sadomasochism!"
My gift to you on this special day, A box filled with love. The greatest gift, beneath the blue sky. It is a priceless treasure from my heart...
Precious as rain on desert sand and sun Over the roses. Keep it close to you, embrace It 'cause it is sublime, no money in the world can Buy Love; but, I decide to give it to you unconditionally. "Merry Christmas!" To everyone.
Physical beauty is like a mirage, it comes and goes. It is like a runaway bride and a seasonal treat. Physical beauty blooms in springtime and then withers In autumn; it is ephemeral, sometimes it leaves too soon, Like a deceitful lover and an insincere friend.... Yes, physical Beauty sprouts as Callaloo and dies as a mushroom.
You are humanity's dark sky. No lights found in your soul. A wandering shadow on its way to the abyss. You are a marble tombstone, so still and cold; A walking cadaver, your heart lingers the materials Of the world.
Kneel down and pray... The "Almighty," forgiveness Given for your evil deeds. You are blinded by greed And avarice; you such a cut throat, trying to conquer Innocent hearts. A dark angel with no wings, condemned To the infernal of your own heart. Go to hell, you lost soul!
The rose withered inside the empty vase. No water, no sun to keep it fresh. So quiet in its empty vessel, ready to be Thrown away into yesterday's rubbish... to Be replaced, the marigold inside the fertilized soil.
There in the thorn bush I see your face, Like the glorious moon. So spectacular Is your smile, your eyes sparkle as diamond. Suddenly, you make the stars gleam. The sun Awakes from its sleep, at your presence. Darling, There in the thorn bush I see your face.