Florentis

We do not merely destroy our enemies, we change them... isn't it?

Hands uncured,

A lunatic intensity,

Deeper into the bed...

And people were dying cuz they would not abandon their true beliefs for our pain...

Mistakes of the past they knew,

The confessions that they had made were obviously extorted and untrue;

Annihilated in the past as well as in the future you would never had existed...

Momentary bitterness,

Nothing that you say or do can make the smallest difference;

Secret and powerless,

Forgetting history which is doomed to repeat;

Pain or fear,

All is recent past...

There was nothing left in them except sorrow for what they had done...

Things will happen to you from which you could not recover,

Everything will be dead inside you,

But this time it will not hurt, he said, keep your eyes fixed on mine...

Undoubtedly a blinding flash of light;

The sort of thing you like to have said to me,

You seem to me to glory in this affection of yours?

Score of youth, temptation...

A curious feeling that he had been knocked, Florentis?

Whether I was a friend or an enemy since I was atleast a person who understood you...