Everyday I've been thinking how the world looks like without imaginations. Reality is hard to accept most of time, and people escape through fantasies. Either through words or arts, fantasies catch the eyes of many.You've been wandering from several places but now you've come this far, a world where people will be allured emerges..

Angels of heaven, send down your grace with an outstanding blaze. Sanctify my soul, condition my mind and defend my life. Cover me with your precious wings and aid me with a shining pace.

Lost Souls


We live to rule
We live for right
We are cruel
To live in light

If something's odd
Watch out for grace
Because some food
Has evil price

Dazzling current
Burn lavish tree
Like a sweet scent
To net the free

Put out what glows
In cold winter
And kill what flows
In fresh river

What can we do?
We have good voice
But can't undo
The produced noise

Humanity
Our fleshless race
We are guilty
Of our pale pace

End