The soul burning brightly makes the inaudible sound of existence,
The sound, inaudible is like describing sound to those who are deaf,
as is describing sight to one whom has never seen,
we may never hear or see that which is eternal,
But it still is there.

Why does the Fire Burn,
When and why does the wheel turn,
What has the Light yet to learn,
For what does the dark Wane,
whom would wish for pain,
How does life exist withen such a din,
Modern times,Ancient troubles,
all that exists, springs from something else,
If nothing has existed before how could it now?
Why must one wonder such impossible musings,
when they will never get there answer... 

Bleak colorlessness,Blacknd earth,
Rageing Fires,souless plains,
The darkness of destruction,the never ending struggle,
Creation thwarted,Progress reverted,But why?
Because all things come to an end,and all things renew,
Light overcomes darkness,Winds die back down,
Mellow shades of green come,banishing the bleak colorlessness,
fire are qewenched,progress comes again,but why?
Because destruction creates the desire to create...
Just as spring comes after winter,
And the sun rises on the darkest nights.
People may destroy,But sometimes still create,
Something true of nature as well.

We have a new member,
and he is not very nice,
He uses an avatar that needs to be damned thrice,
Hopefully he will grow up,or shutup,or do something about his attitude,
And then a member he will be true.