The Crying soul

when somebody is born 
everything is so beautyfull 
and everything you do is so 
innocent your life is blooming 

but sudenly comes 
one hellish herb 
in o your heart 
and your changed from 
a goodman to a 
greedy and powersick human 

and your inner soul did 
know that it was wrong 
but your heart was so black 
and darkned as an stone of ibenholt 

but inside yourself 
your soul is screaming 
but you cant hear its 
pain and torment of 
your greedyness 

your heart is so cold as ice 
and so black as the blackest night 

but the soul is still the same 
as where born and it 
is tearing your soul apart it 
is like a wound who never 
heals 

and the soul knows 
that it is condemned 
to everlasting oblivion 
not even heaven or hell 
knows that it has been here 
on earth 

and blood tears are running 
down her chins of this deep 
sorrow the sorrow knows no 
bounderies within his soul 
becurse she is forgotten 
by everyone also by his 
dear ones 

and in his death 
he did see in to the 
everlasting darkness 
inn to oblivion that 
his soul now will be 
roaming forever in 
oblivions darkest 
empire 

and in oblivions empire 
he will forever be forgotten 
by his nearest ones even by 
his mother and father has 
forgotten the pressence of 
their son it is like he never 
was born 

everthing was so beautyfull 
and good but it shuldent last 
becurse of the blackest of the 
blackest sorrows that annybody 
could have through out his 
entire life 

therefore the soul was so 
witherd of this sorrow that 
it laid itself to die of its bane 
wounds of sorrows 

forever in oblivions darkest 
empire will the crying soul 
roam and never ever again 
be in the rememberance 
of annybody 

Autumn Leaves

As The Summer Is At Its End
And The Autumn Is At Its Begining
And The Wind Is Soft And Gentle
And The Leaves On The Branches
Still Are Green And Soft And Moist

But As Autumn Is At Its Middle
And The Forest Looks Like Its
Bleeding And As If Its On Fire
With Red And Yellow Leaves
Shurfling In The Soft Autumn
Winds

And The Water In The River
Ever So Gently Flows By In
An Slow Moving Curents And
The Leaves Fall Down From 
The Branches And Down On 
The River As A Carpet Of Colour
Of Leaves Flowing Down The

Everlasting StreamAnd The River Snakes Its Silvery
Stream In The Soft Sunlight As Its
Colours Its Sky With A Soft Yellowish
Gleem In The Cloudless Skies And
Has A Purple Shine On The Sky Of So
Azure Blue

And At Its End The Tress Are
Moving Back And Forrth In The
Last Of The Soft Autumns Winds
Ever So Gently Rustling The Last
Of The Last hanging Autumn Leaves 

Water flows In an everyflowing stream
in the heart of the eaqrth were eveything
is much colder and silent and the silverish
stream of water run down like tears from
the heavens high

down below tentacles of ice spears are rising 
like crystal castles with meny towers with ann
evergloving silverish gleam so light gleam that 
its lights shines in the underground and the 
forsaken has some light to see at and a fantastic 
senery of rainbow colkours to enjoy in their 
oh so wast despair