Filosofie / Geen Thema / Geen Thema
Made of the purity of ones soul,
Shaped by his grudges and his loves,
Colored with his loses, wins,
Humblest defeat and greatest goal
Set as he speaks and acts, draws and moves,
Burdoned with his every regretted sin.
The inner world of one's own
Is ment to mirror himself that way,
To see himself sitting on a throne,
Or dying, forever, in decay.
Explore the world to know thyself,
Know the cosmos by knowing you,
Treasure your life by its wealth,
For that wealth is your life, too.
- Lord Carcas -
Gecontroleerd door: Erwin