I 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,
Hallelujah?
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.
Electricity 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 up!
all you who feel oppressed.
Break out of your cell
and make a name for yourself.
Stand up!
all you who feel weak of heart.
Divulge into new interests
and make it your art.
Stand up!
all you who feel broken.
Clean up the mess and rebuild,
in order to forge a new shield.
Stand up!
all you who feel lonely.
Dismiss all feelings of dismay
so you can go out and seize the day.
Stand up!
Or will you continue to stay down
and be treated like a clown?
Stand up,
so you may live with no regrets
so that people may confess
all your glory and success.
The 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.
There 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.
by Sniper Q
The sun up high,
in that blue, blue sky
understands why
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.