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Blessed ResistanceVerse 1
Bless those who persecute you, resist the enemy’s lies
Bless the poor in heart, the stricken soul that dies
Break away from the carnage and take up your heavy cross
Behold the sinner’s grave, desolate and covered in moss
Love your enemy, but hate all he stands for
Give to the needy, remember that was you before
Break away from the sickness, the illness in your soul
Deny your selfish needs, give heed to self-control
Follow our blessed resistance
As we challenge the Serpent’s call
Take up our blessed resistance
And watch mighty Satan’s fall
Blessed is the heart of the merciful, for he w
Just like the moon in the midnight sky
I stand alone in the dark
Never shining a light of my own
Reflecting the light of others around me
There to comfort lonely hearts until they find a new love
Forever to remain cold and untouched
Yearning the warmth of one to call me own
Just like the moon in the midnight sky
I stand alone in the dark
LostEvery time I can't find you
do you miss me like I
do you wish
that you didn't feel
so alone and ignored?
do you dream
that you belonged?
I wish you
hated the time
we were kept apart
I can't be sure
I'm so lost
and I have
no light to
We used to laugh
and play like
but now we
feel worlds apart
Why do you
seem to avoid me?
Where is the time
when we didn't
have a care
on the face of the earth?
Why can't we
stay the same?
why does it have to
What did I do
to make everything
All I wanted
was that you
still wanted to
be my friend
But now you see
Adorn the frigid pathway
Grace the frostbitten door
Flutter in the frozen air
Like pristine butterflies
So flawless, so cold.
Frost the chilled windows
Caress the freezing trees
Lace the artic breezes
Like fine ribbons of ice
So exquisite, so cold.
Is draped in subzero chains
Wrapped in numbing tendrils
Encased in a frosty cage
Like an alien, locked in a foreign world.
And so, so cold.
HandsI've always loved hands.
Hands that talk -
That gesture and wave -
Hands that speak and
Can tell stories in silence.
Hands that paint pictures
In the empty air
With colors only imagined
And dreamed up in the dark.
Hands with gentle fingers -
Careful and nimble -
With a touch that can soothe
The worst kinds of aches.
Hands that heal and
Hands that comfort -
Mutely showing feeling
And quiet compassion.
MaskWe all wear our mask
To hide what we fear;
You don't have to ask
You won't even hear.
The smile on her face
Is her own delusion,
Simply tied into place -
Only an illusion.
Hidden behind his laugh
Are the scars of hate.
All he'll ever have
Is a fear of the late.
Those who hide
Choose their own way,
But they'll never confide -
Or at least not today.
BrainwashedI sit alone in the room
blinded by the light
mortified, dead yet alive
I do not hear or see
feel nor fear
I just sit, staring
killing myself slowly
as the images on the screen pass by
I do not eat or drink
I just remain seated
The ruin is obviously all around
But I do not care
No, I rather do not long to care
And why should I?
Someone else will solve the problem
The government will save the world
While I do nothing
My neighbour is dying
That should make for a good Facebook post
But I won't help
Why should I?
I'm fine, so there is no problem
Another 18 children dead
Such a shame isn
WHERE.I run away from you,
into my dreams
you try to hold my hand
But I am afraid of them, your palms
my heart is a broken record,
too trusting with the last person i gave it to
he scratched my tracks
the melody of my love does not play.
Who in their right mind,
would buy a broken record?
my smile is lost,
look under the couches!
check the dark corners,
how do you smile when your mourning?
I wish i could ofind a place to send this letter;
To the twinkle that used to be found in my eyes,
Where are you?!I look every night at the stars,
but never finding YOUR shine.
I've seen a million cars
But no light holds your joy.
Winter of OldThe year is late and wrinkled;
Holding us in her weathered hands.
We remember when she was young and supple,
Running through the fields of marigold
With sunkissed skin and clear blue eyes.
But now the year is old,
And we must trudge through
A desert of white.
Soon, she shall be reborn
And we can dance under the sun
Tell UsHow can you look at yourself?
How can you stand by?
How can you just listen?
How can even smile?
How can you be yourself?
How can you cause so much pain?
How can you cause so much evil?
How can you make a living hell?
How can you murder those children?
How can you pull at our hearts?
So tell me, tell us, all of us, what you were thinking when you pulled the trigger?
How can you pull that trigger?
5 years olds.
6 years olds.
7 years olds.
8 years olds.
9 years olds.
10 years olds.
Smilea heart an emotional powercore
a core that control your feelings
anything that sticks the knife to that heart
any girl who doesnt wanted to be stabbed into their heart
is to break their heart
they wanted to be loved
the heart wants happyness
like the sun that shines the light of the sky
shines a way
the way to be happy
every girl wants that feeling
if you break it
you destroy it
which no girl want
Please take care their heart
to destroy it
and reborn it
make it whole again
make it fixed
Make the girl happy
cause if you do
she will be gratfull to yo
Color of the SkyThe sky is blue.
But not blue.
You look at me strangely,
Your face talking even
When your lips are still.
You don't understand that
The sky is
And when the sun is being born
The sky is
You see, the sky is never blue.
Castigation.Don't you know beauty is what you want to see?
You can make me feel pretty or what you want it to be
Why do you choose to keep me away?
Push me down, and say the things you say?
Don't you think that I have dreams?
That I have ambitions?
That I want it all?
So why push me into dark realms?
Why these restrictions?
Why make me fall?
It's all in your messed up brain!
You talk about me like I'm some game,
How I'm dirty and different and you know it all.
I also want to make my parents proud,
Get married and live in a house far out.
Fall in and out of love a million times,
Before finding the one I can call my life.
Don't you think that
SilenceI seek and search for silence,
For a quiet to sooth my soul
I hunt and track down silence
To bring peace to my aching soul
I search and I search, yet nothing I find
No quiet from the raging storm, no solace for the mind
I cry and I try, yet no silence can be found
And I fear I’ve left my soul here to be drowned
So I looked to the sky to find out why
And a quiet Voice told me to stop and be still
I wondered why I should even try
And I felt my soul shiver with the thrill
I found silence, sweet silence,
For my troubled soul
It’s here, hidden by my God,
Where silence meets my weary soul
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
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