(God is all that can save you. I own nothing and I hope you enjoy. Good day and God bless.)
Do not care for the flower.
The blossom on the branch of a summer tree.
For surely as the wind and the stars in the sky,
The vitality and youth will die,
And all will fade to be.
Do not love the vitality.
The energy that powers the treasured friend.
For surely that companion will be taken from reality,
And will not accompany you to the expected and.
Do not desire youth.
The absence of hardship and grief.
This evil is more cunning than any slooth,
And will steal all you were and hope to be like a thief.
All will die.
All that lives will lie and lie.
Innocence is no exception to the by and by.
Even those that are incapable fighting,
Who weep, sleep, creep, steep in the deep, and cry.
They will soon turn on you, stab you in the back, steal all you have, at the proper number of the die.
Do not take the child.
The very small and all too fragile porcelain doll.
That creature so gentle and mild will grow ugly, lustful, distrustful and wild.
You won't like the later stage and it will never like you at all.
Do not kill the child.
The embodiment of all you loathe and despise.
The spell will only hold him in your wretched bloodstained embrace a little while longer.
But soon the bloodthirsty earth shall rise and steal the child's body right in front of your very eyes.
In this way, there is only and yet there is no room for lies.
It is cold, it is bold.
It is a cruel fate.
One of plans a ' foiled.
One of paths a ' oiled.
One of red strings a ' coiled.
One of pure white robes a ' soiled.
One of ice cold temptations a ' boiled.
One of respiratory anger and hate.
The suffering is great.
But rather than lift it, it is designated to be better to wait.
Please.
Please wait for us all.
I cannot lose you, to.
Even after it all, after the rise after the fall.
Even after the hell we have been through together and all that is in between.
You are the only thing that makes me feel good and clean.