....I know I beg you call the body end, my life a few geometry, told me that my life is not long. You make my days, narrow, such as palm, all my love, in front of you, like no there, burning their own, but completely false. O God, now what I was waiting, I expect to care about you. Justice, but by God the soul master, and do not be sad, painful hit.
Pain is only temporary, at the moment the release of resentment, I finally found the last of comfort. . .
The painting was inspired by a biblical poem, I tried different ways and in the past this work, hope you like ~