puzzledi feel like the one puzzle peice that seems to fit everywhere...puzzled
but after all the peices come together and they fit perfectly with nothing missing...
you find out it wasnt even the same damn puzzle.
in my dreams... i am armagedonwhy does it seem that i am merely a means to an end?in my dreams... i am armagedon
asking myself these questions never provoked any answers.
the view always changes when you can't sit still...
destroying each world that learns to revere my power
just to see the new grasses growing green.
Life (love) beginning anew.
so love me, worship me, glory in all that i am
but never forget that i will be your ruin.
let me destroy your world
and someday i will see that smile on your face
as you watch your first new flower blossom
age
