The cruelty of the world.

Inspired by the injustice of this world…

A game where injustice rules.

A Poem to honor the dead..

Wolf in sheep’s clothing.

You were too cold for love.

You shared his misery.

Evil spirits of repression
haunt dark corners of the world,
With their ugly banners lifted
and their bloody flags unfurled —

Nobody benefits from hatred.

Heart cries in pain for somebody who can relieve and understand the same.