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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.
What if GodWhat if God…
…cares about what you care about?
…was proud of your every achievement?
…actually wanted to thank you?
…is excited for you?
…believes in you?
...keeps His end of the deal even when you don’t?
…sympathizes with you?
…is on your side every time, whether you’re right or wrong?
…encourages your crazy goals that others say are stupid?
…is your biggest fan?
…is still rooting for you?
…won’t forget you, even long after you die?
…understands you better than your own parents?
…loves you more than your own partner does?
…loves you more than you love yourself?
What if God was everything we are looking for in other people, and ten times that?
Would we approach Him then?
Prayer to Wodenwisdom, guile and ecstasy
these things I pray You give to me
poet’s share – sweet Mead from Heaven
another drink of inspiration
Runes are cut from ancient trees
sigils, signs now come with ease
flowing blood and gushing soul
we move along in Frija’s web
the God will teach
as the Goddess shapes us
a union born of polarity
blessed hearthfire’s duality
Wōden, Wotan; Father God
I seek craft and witching words
teach me gifts of sweet seduction
and so catharsis of noble Will
Lord of Gallows, wandering bard
countless dead and so reborn
bring me now to wit’s sweet end
and teach me how to walk again
ending, ending, never-ending
it has no start to take away
born in Aegis, shaped by Aeons
given wit by Odin’s brethren
oh my soul, my life, my mind
I pledge them all to wisdom’s God
to seek and eke, to strive and conquer
and so to rise above the mindful now
I will seek the Overman
the promise of sweet Wisdom throned
a life beyond the bold horizon
Connecting StarsThere are arbitrary lines between the stars
In triangles and rectangles
But everything’s circular
Cyclical, rotating, transforming into
and out of shape.
I am connected to the cycles
I am circular in my essence
Transforming in cycles
The stars cannot be observed without me,
I am stars and the lines in between.
Holy TrinityThe solidness of beginning
An eternity of summers
A sweet delicious immortality
A sparkling rivulet entering a meadow brook
Life giving rushing river to oceans of jumping fish and cresting giants
Flashing wet in the sun
Sunlight warm on us all
The molecules of time drifting apart
Gently seeing through those things that were solid
Spaces big enough to walk through
Ending in mist, asking: Why?
An Embrace in the DarkAn Embrace in the Dark
Your reasoning is true, you logic right
My flaw is forgiven by ethereal light
Make our scarlet sins bleed anew
Make them crystal as morning dew
And though I sin, I still understand
That all I want is to be part of your plan
Blood so crimson, akin to twilit sky
At last I am free, on angel’s wings I fly
here one minute...this seems now
to be what's true:
do not dread death
toward end of life
because there is
no There anywhere
you'll not Be dead
you'll just be gone
an absent one
no longer here
the mortal throng
to Be no more
where you've not bought
nor caught the fear
from those who claim
to know one thing...
or too much other
you surely see
you cannot mourn
your selfish self
nor must you run
behind your loved one
to your lord
just let them go
and whisper "Yes"
prepare to miss
as you should
the one whom has now
come up missing
there'll be a day
when you'll be gone
though you won't know
so - mute the souls
who go before
[more truly need]
but likely sense
there's no beyond...
beyond death's door
one shall not see
one shall not hear
nor feel the calm
nor wonder "Why?"
at all... anymore
llp - dA - aug2014
ReconstructionRibcage turns to lead and thick and iron,
a bastardised alloy
that grips your lungs like a vice
and patterns welts on to your heart
if it starts to flutter.
Skull turns to flint and gasoline and matchstick,
a raging fire against your brain,
that makes you sweat electricity
and blow smoke from between your teeth,
and your eyes roll back to watch the light show.
Stomach turns to cement and grit and earth,
churning and setting,
half-formed rock scraping your insides
and carrying you with the slow
rise and fall and rise and fall and rise and fall.
Body tightens and shudders and curls in on itself,
literally breaking your heart,
setting fire to your insides,
churning your stomach just for the rush.
Crescendo blazes in tumultuous turmoil,
rhythm crawling inside of you,
volume increasing, increasing, increasing,
you drop with a scream
and all is quiet and nothing hurts.
EnlightenmentWaking from your dreams
You see life as a gleam of light
Not knowing which way it will reflect
from the mirrors of reality
You struggle with your faith
Your soul has been torn
As you get up, disbelieving in fate and trudging on
You feel a guiding force that mends your soul
and takes you to a world of bliss
Where dreams are anything but dreams
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.
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