TheSpiritsLease

when the last seed crumbles and its shattered remains inherit all the filth of this land what say you to the prospect that you could've watered it well that you could've loved it to Hell and made sure it'd smiled for a spell. What say you if i tell that wars of the heart and soul of bloody banners and powdered soil could be stopped with one, supreme impossibly unstoppable weapon. what if i told you to not love thine enemy as a saint who could do no wrong but to love him as your child who never knew the embrace of storytime or warm milk and that if you somehow, someday show him that if he had just been loved if someome had just listene