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HallelujahI give praise to a guy,
who lives up in the sky.
He's a great mentor and helper,
for He knows all there is to know.
And all that I can do
is carry on and sing;
sing praises about His glory.
He is and He was,
and his presence is holy.
I love Him, for He loved me first.
He's been there for me
and He always will.
He is a loving God
The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
And what better way
can there be to praise him?
Other than proclaiming,
Unconditional is a fact
it's an absolute value and existence;
unlike high school mathematics
Example: x-value doesn't equal fifty six.
Unconditional is a truth
and it doesn't need you to be
fake, slick or smooth.
Unconditional isn't filled with deceit.
In fact, it's more like a white light;
a shimmering, astonishing, bright sight.
Unconditional feels so warm;
and it's as calm as
the eye of the storm.
And most or best of all,
unconditional is love
and love is unconditional.
HateElectricity runs all around
in and outside of my body;
anger is building up
with in the depths of my soul,
while making the most
unrecognizable and delirious sound.
It burns with a fiery passion
growing wider and as vast as
an Batman's empty mansion.
Although it's a great burden
and hurts like a raw,new open cut;
to shoulder it and satisfy
the feelings that are within,
it's almost worth the price
to make them suffer for their sins.
Stand UpStand up!
all you who feel oppressed.
Break out of your cell
and make a name for yourself.
all you who feel weak of heart.
Divulge into new interests
and make it your art.
all you who feel broken.
Clean up the mess and rebuild,
in order to forge a new shield.
all you who feel lonely.
Dismiss all feelings of dismay
so you can go out and seize the day.
Or will you continue to stay down
and be treated like a clown?
so you may live with no regrets
so that people may confess
all your glory and success.
FailureThe feeling of failure
hurts us deep inside.
Because no matter
how hard you try
you can't possibly hide.
Failure is a label,
a word, and also a feeling
that's hard to shake off.
But what do we do
about it though?
Do we give up and not try?
Or say, "Damn it, I wanna die!"
Stop feeling so down
and pick yourself up.
If being a failure is so hurtful,
then you might aw well get up
and fight the opposition.
The Queen In the SkyThere is a queen, who lives up high.
A queen that lives, up in the sky.
She graces me with her presence,
and her very sight has no comparison,
in contrast to earthly presents.
The queen's arrival can be seen at night.
You can tell when, by her heavenly light.
But at one point or another,
even beautiful things must come to an end.
But I shall see her on another night,
the beautiful sight, of the moon in the sky.
I watch the raindrops
hit against the window softly,
as I try to reminisce about
a better and happier memory.
But I know that it'll never happen
at any place place or time.
I walk in a drunken manner
all around an empty manor.
And all that I can see
are empty hopes and dreams
that never worked out.
So all I can do for now,
is try and get some sleep.
'Cause maybe in the morning,
I'll have a new hope.
A New Day
by Sniper Q
The sun up high,
in that blue, blue sky
we get up daily.
The fluttering butterflies,
see past through the lies
and bring us a surprise
of a new-found hope.
Everyone and everything
that we've ever encountered
can understand how and why.
And we wake up daily,
to a new day
towards a new life.
And because we are who we are,
we'll just continue to SMILE.
They say that revenge is,
a dish best served cold.
But does that mean
to simply act as I've been told?
For I'd rather become
masqueraded from those,
that I am enacting my
bloody vengeance upon.
And after it is done,
I'll continue to carry on,
so I can live my life,
the way that I want to.
But just remember that
revenge is a curse,
'Cause there'll always be
someone that'll want you
to end up in a hearse.
Soul MatesBetween dream and moon tides,
The light weaves a new day.
A first glimmer lights the darkness,
Where even still a shadow lay.
For ages swings a song
From star guardians into the world
And first diamonds glitter,
Where luminosity falls on the water.
The young morning is still hesitating,
Promising us hardly the return.
Still the night wraps up the life
And silently breathes the great sea.
Then … finally, the golden time calls.
Water marries to the light.
And shining our heart sways
Where sunshine breaks through waves.
The wind carries my soul
On its wings away from here
To green valleys, ocean lights,
To blue lakes, to you.
You are the life, you are the dream.
You are my soul and my light.
And when the day draws to a close again,
I will not forget you.
AlgizHer hair looked dark and tangled like tree branches as she stood at the moonlit clearing.
The creatures in the ground sang poems carved in runes in the bark of the evergreen pines.
The trees on the hills were adorned with Orion and her face was obscured by a veil of shadows.
She felt the bedrock crackle as it embraced the fire within the planet traveling in space.
Saplings quivered in the gale while the clear greys and evening blues melted together.
Shooting stars like sinking ships of light drew evanescent lines over the treetops.
An elk with the Pleiades in its eyes came from the woods as it heard her whisper.
It crossed frosty sedges with the shining streams of prayers hanging from its horns.
It wandered the cold earth and found buried sadness with every step of its hooves.
The uprooted human followed invisible tracks and sought answers in the soil.
Down on her knees on the frozen ground, her breath turned into clouds of vapor.
The Moon and the trees studied her in the embrace of th
The Angel who can't flyShe doesn't know how to live
without the constant fight to keep her head over water
The struggle is her Safeheaven
An Eden which
her fragile feet.
She can't touch without scarring
Still she yearns for a place to belong
an Utopia for angels
But her wings are to heavy to fly
when she spreads them she can
A Dying old WomanHer skeletal remains left imprinted on the bed
bodily fluids of plasmatic yellow sugar cane
had stained through the sheets and into the frame
the vast wealth of her knowledge had been lost with age
the visage of shaking muscle tissue over bones wrapped in too much skin
was the only image imprinted on the land lord who came
he came and he knocked
and his nose hairs burned with the stench of what had remained
nothing left but empty veins
wire hair and bones saturated in dark decaying flesh
under the hot sun of a long summer day
her fingernails looked like wood chips burrowing from under the skin
her sunken yellow eyes glazed over life and sin
and anguish held from so deep inside...
it all seemed very innocent
until the grandchildren no longer came
until the siblings squabbed amongst themselves
as to who was responsible with what had remained
now there is nothing left to say
nothing left for the casket to lay open for all to see
because after the math what was left was a pile of old bones
MultiverseClinging desperately to reality the unknowable knows the gravity of what we do not see or perceive in this infinite sea of possibilities. Still grasping firm to discern as it yearns to learn to return to a time or place before being concerned with how to be reborn into a world it knows and is confirmed in and known in in turn. Entangled between fabrics of temporal mathematics and dogmatic moral fanatics in choral their horrible quarrel systematic in nature to cater their material god trapped static by a celestial equator in the erratic pre-protohistory of the arterial abroad of existence if not a mystery much greater, a fraud.
I think therefore I am yet am crammed into detention theres no mention of my creation and no attention to my nook between dimensions. You took a look in your history book but couldn't find the one between those binds about the mind of a man that god shook from his grand plan. To be or not to be is beyond me to understand, I am the meta-absentee the sages pretend
Only Within OurselvesIs it courage in the face of fear
Or fear in the face of courage
That compels men to desperate acts
Of self-serving ignorance
A means to an end
To fix the things that seem so incomplete
Until they are completely broken
To find answers to the questions
That stand unanswered and unknown
So that the mystery of life may remain
In the shadow of humanty's soul
Written on the hearts and minds
Of those who seek the secrets of heaven and earth
To avoid the fires of hell
As if the meaning of life could be
Written in a book
Painted on a canvas
Performed on a stage
Sung in a song
Or bought in a store
Only within ourselves can we find ourselves
That is why when all other questions fade away
There is one that never loses its taste
When time becomes irrelevent
And all that's left is dust
"Who am I?"
"Who am I?"
Im a cirrus cloudThere are many clouds that live up in the sky
the most familiar ones are the puffy and stormy clouds
mostly everyone knows what they mean
since the clouds like to show their personality
i think people are like clouds
sometimes on how they act match a certain type of cloud
i got some cumulus and others as well
im not sure what i really am but i took a guess
im a cirrus cloud
that lives high up in the sky
small and not very seen
but they say they look kinda pretty
they look very nice up there
however told that snow might come down along the way
that could be me, if you mess with me ill whip up a snowstorm
but that is quite rare, since im not seen much
because so, ill just stay above there
and look around other people's clouds
maybe ill be seen by some people
and make some fellow clouds along the way
FreefallingI took the final step, away from Heaven
Leaped off the edge, close to the pearly gates
Salvation isn't for me, but I will know freedom
As I plunge feet first into the fire
No one can save me, I've made my choice
Breathless, I gaze at the beauty below me
For the first time I can feel some sort of happiness
No more pain, no regrets, a feeling of belonging
Knowing it will end only makes me savour it more
The sensation of total 'aloneness', without a need to share
Detached from everything, while feeling one with the world
Total enlightenment, light above and fire below
I close my eyes, ready to face my destiny
Trapped inside the flames for all eternity,
But I don't care, I will endure the hardships
Nothing can hurt me, because I ceased to exist
A champion's tale.Another step down the road.
Another fight to win.
Another story that was written.
And I wouldn't have wanted to be with anyone else
The legend of the Champion.
The legend of the team.
That is why we are who we are.
We are helped by our friends.
Led to a new level of achievement.
That is how it works.
Life may lead to battles,
But I am safe with my friends.
I have learned with them,
And it allows a great way to live
When you die,
how do you want to
reach that destination?
Will you arrive there
having served your purpose,
for some kind of awesome cause?
Will you go down in history with shining
honor and glory?
Or will you end it,
halfway through your story?
Will you spend your time,
serving and dying for your country?
Or frowned upon while you're dead,
because you created chaos for it instead?
The way I want to die
is by doing something worthwhile.
And that little something
is serving as Jesus Christ's child.
(and being a bartender or sniper).
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