Deep In The Heart Every

When You Resolve To Become Pious, The Devil In Your Nature Cries Out At You, "tread Not Those Paths, O Confused One; Distress And Poverty Will Overcome You. You Will Be Despised, Let Down By Friends, You Will Regret It." Dread Of The Devil Has Bound Their Souls; The Cries Of The Devil Are The Drover Of The Damned; The Call Of The Lord Is A Guardian Of The Saints.

We All Face Death In The End. But On The Way, Be Careful Never To Hurt A Human Heart!

Dear Soul, Don't Set A High Value On Someone Before They Deserve It; You Either Lose Them Or Ruin Yourself...!

Whenever Sorrow Comes, Be Kind To It. For God Has Placed A Pearl In Sorrow’s Hand.

All Language Is A Longing For Home.