Some are meant to conquer,
Others are ment to serve
Some are meant to unify,
Others are meant to purge
Some are full of love,
Others are blind with hate
Some seige the castle,
Others bar the gate
Some are quite humble,
Others bristle with great might
Some are guardian angels,
Others, bulls locked in a fight
There is no right or wrong
There is no rhyme or reason
Only personal opinions,
Minority and majority seasons
There is no need to sit idle
Or waste time wishing upon a star
Just unleash what lies inside you,
Become what you are
 Reaper of Innocent Souls · Mon Oct 01, 2007 @ 06:36pm · 1 Comments |
