You couldn’t understand the pain I felt.

In this world there are different types of humans. Evil, cruel, without mercy, care only for themselves and greedy! But also kind, willing to help others these people are a treasure. The Foureyed Poet.

You worry my heart.

The human race is capable of some awful things.

You are far too forgiving.

From the words that you speak.

You don’t know me.

A poem about a once mighty ruler who finally realizes how foolish his lust for fame and wealth was.

The power within: unit 16.

Every day I wish you were still here.