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.

Ouch. Recent pain into this one.

Some things in life are just pure evil.