“We live only to die yet we’re dying to live.”

Words are true they don’t lie people lie.

So many holes, but piece by piece we become whole.

Ask the desert how much it aches for the rain,  how I ache for you is much the same.

We walk through fires only to sulk in the ashes.

Inner peace cannot be attained if chaos is where you find comfort.

And if you choose to save anyone I pray you to save yourself.

These bridges that we walk across they weren’t build to be burned.

We’re all gems, some have yet to shine.

To be human is a privilege to be part of humanity is a choice.

Can’t you see you and me will forever be the definition of irony?

Time answers questions don’t ask just wait.

It’s a shallow world make no apologies for your depth.

It’s a filthy world blessed are those who leave here with their hands clean.

Just like the season’s hearts change too.

I am tired of being tired. So I free the mind.

It’s a loud deafening world and everyone just wants to be heard.

Despite all expectations, the time of my last campaign and of my passing is near. I wish to die at home. Let not my end disarm you, and on no account weep for me, lest the enemy be warned of my death.

With Heaven’s aid I have conquered for you a huge empire. But my life was too short to achieve the conquest of the world. That task is left for you.

Death as the destruction of all things no longer had meaning when life was revealed to be a fatuous sequence of empty words, the hollow jingle of a jester’s cap and bells.

If the Negro is not careful he will drink in all the poison of modern civilization and die from the effects of it.

The human will, that force unseen, The offspring of a deathless soul, Can hew a way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene.

I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong.

Slow death is painful for both the Dying & the Living.

He must avoid quarreling as he would avoid drinking a deadly poison.