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You can easily identify false Christians by their questionable speech and action. They are wolves among the sheep, the weeds growing together with the wheat.
Her love for you is like a tornado in a bottle. Your flattery over her body, You saw her smile & claimed victory.
For many this is a time of festivity, of good tidings, gifts, food and family... While the words, " merry" and " happy" float in the air like shimmering snowflakes.
Do You Ever Wonder ... ? Why So Many Men Hurt Their Human Brothers ... ?!? Or As Time UNFURLS What's With These Girls ... Who Rush To Have Children They Don't Want To Mother ... !?!
London Has Been Said In A .... " City Guide " .... To Be A PLACE TO SEE ... !!!!! But You Should Recognise ... That Prices Are HIGH Even For A Short Train Ride ... !!!
Are You .... " P . C . " .... ? What Does That Mean ... ? Does It Make You Feel You're Good ..... ?!? And Treat People The Way You Should ... ?
A white light looks through a piece of glass and sees a variety of colors. A white sees a purple light and thinks, "I love how purple is so pretty!" "I'm wish I could be as beautiful as purple."
I ripped my heart from my chest, as I am apt to do; "Do you believe in God?" Does "God" believe in you? I wasn't raised a Catholic, but I know Baptists,
What did your uncle say? (Or another man-to-man…): When you become a man, You’ll understand life more than a boy can, Don’t live in the past or you’ll get left behind, Life is what you make it, except make it rewind,
The Irony in this Nation How a color A sound Can trigger someone’s mind to hate The accusations and discrimination that holds a great sense of problem in this white nation
The so called, “American Dream” Is the ideology that everyone should live content and in peace With the friendly neighborhood barbecues And sewing flags out of fleece.
She makes sure everything tucks in, So that she check out, And gets checked out by strangers, to open doors she can walk through. His family isn't the blood type,
And the Gods came down They fell to earth like raindrops Quick and hard
Words jump off the page in ways that are meaningless I scratch my head for a bit thinking it'll make a light switch go off in my head like, "I GOT IT"
It's getting darker. A tornado tears through lands, But I feel so bad. The impact is colossal. I wonder if it's my fault.
As simple gusts of loneliness, dandelions greet a long-lost friend Channeling in two streams where union is all but a question. White small clouds were rooted too deep inside their world
don't make me remind you of your failures of your dentures of your expenditures
Everyone believes your great, They keep on telling me so, Expertly you play the part of their mate, Sweet childishness and humour overflow,
The day that a politician berates the hypocrisy that plagues their flawed program is the day that politics becomes extinct. In place of fanged teeth and outstretched claws,
Pledge your life to endless pride We only want total control Pray for our nation under our God As we commit genocide - Submit to the conditional freedom Or become our hated scapegoat
Religious freedom you ask? You must've heard it from the settlers. Who dares question my right to believe? We must've fought for our freedom not yours. I am a prouduct of immigrants.
We are of hypocrites made, Our too familiar tales of huddled masses and nations fled for futures bright across the Atlantic's broad blue wings in hopes that stability might soon ignite
We are of hypocrites made, Our too familiar tales of huddled masses and nations fled for futures bright across the Atlantic's broad blue wings in hopes that stabilitiy might soon ignite
When He was happyHe placed in the skyA thousand twinkling diamondsAnd the lover reaches up, up, up To grab these tiny jewelsAnd add to his collection
I fell in love with Thoreau Until I realized I haven’t the heart, the soul, the courage To follow his words -- But one must wonder as one reads…
Lord, I am a sinner. This I know for certain, Yet I am not actively working towards self betterment. Lord on the rare occasion that I get down on my knees to reach you, Most times I do not know what to say.
I had a strange dream last night, I was a cop in a lengthy firefight I was scared and the long awaited back up was just not coming Bang! Bang! The shots rang! And all my mind kept shouting was “run Charles run!”
It is midnight again and I don’t know how to last another minute. I crush my head between my hands and try to squeeze them out, Should I call them nightmares? Should I call them dreams?
Knowledge is power Yet ignorance is bliss From knowledge, some cower And to ignorance kiss Some call knowledge wisdom But that cannot be true Because it is by knowledge
For many men will chase the skies, but few will ever find them A mortal man will morph his guise, and his darkness shall consume him. Searching for a heaven here hurts many unforgotten
We live in a simple world, carried on by the words, "Land of the Free, Home of the Brave." But how important are those words that this country was built on? How do we live by these words that we're supposed to stand for?
Who’s to say, in this world of gray, What is right or wrong? What’s right to some is wrong to me, And what is right to me is wrong to you.
I never know what's right and wrong Why should I venture there? Where mystery has full control Where pain begins its stare
We live in a nation that's afraid of change Religious nuts in our faces, acting deranged They preach and force Attempt to convert others on their course
Not a prayer could forgive The injustice done On sacred grounds Or the blood split Or Trail of Tears. Nor could one admit The hyprocrisy That made a people Undone.
This is not an attack On any ideals But as an atheist I say I can feel as I feel Don't lecture me with your god Because I don't believe If I'm burning in hell, you'll be first there you see
Can you imagine the frustration The frustration of your own ignorance and complacency But you are made to think that it is everyone else's fault? You can't solve your problem
Led by decievers, sharp-toothed shepherds, by wolves decorated in the palest of fleece, the sheep fall into line. Spiritual catharsis the addiction, they tie the beaded tourniquet,
Give me your eyes So I can see Much more than this disguise Much more than sensibility Imperfection eclipsed by glory I realize now Hiding and fronting Is what I am about
Why does the world judge us? They act like the victims, yet they're holding the gun. Why does the world judge us when we learn from our mistakes and we're just having fun? Just because we're different
These are my church shoes,
That which prevents me from showing who I truly am,
Just one more hit. Everyone else is stoned and wasted beyond help. Sorry God, I tried to contain myself. Uh, what's that over there? Someone brought ecstasy! Cool, man.
I speak for Him- it’s not my fault That all those people died He made me- He told me Therefore I’m justified
Put down the gun You think you're tough? I'm tired of books about women. Strong women Women who challenge Women who can't be princesses Women who can't want children. Inner strength
we say ignorance is bliss hatred, intolerance, and greed are the trifecta of our society do you see it? news anchors deliver breaking news: a pop star got married yesterday
I seek to be heard
We have fr
We'd just as easily hang each other with the chain around our necks And continue to burn our brothers because they're the ones having sex Why are we so quick to damn every young child that loses his way
"Do as I say, not as I do." the familiar sting of the phrase can date back to you, to your memories of a child hearing curses and threats, watching mom and dad fight
You're the wolf disguised as sheep yet many would accept you in a heart beat, you lie and deceive through your smile yet many would ask, won't you stay a while? you say one thing but mean another
Shapeless as the shadowthey creep,they lurch,they change,from the bright dayjoyous and gay,or the dim twilight,melancholy and grievous,to the black nightraging and grim.
Here I write my vindicationFor my rightful dedicationWhile through holy elevationMy mindset moves to idolizationWhile in sweet elationTo a land of implication
It' ok to cry you learn to smile a little harder
Interconnected and together infectedwe feel the weight of a Moral Lawpressing in on us.We do what we should notand fail to do what we ought,
Bound in contempt, Spokes of spine pierce raw skin, Like spears of war slaughter innocence.
And it's funny, How the pot's always calling the kettle black, Funny the hypocrisy, When you say, "I'd never do something like that," Funny how similar So many seemingly separate people can be,
Shit you can’t say to your teacher? It should be titled Shit I Should Say Math teachers working out polynomial equations and over exaggerated problems of how Bill bought twenty-three hundred apples;
Free speech is fought for Yet swearing is banned How can these teachers Expect us to expand
Filled with so much anger and hate, We judge each other while losing sight of the meaning of equality. Hippocritical actions defining our very characters. We ask ourselves why, yet the answer falls back on us,
“Say what you wanna say. Let the words fall out. Honestly I wanna see you be brave.” First Amendment. The guarantee of Freedom of Speech.
We blame others for what they can't be But we cover ourselves in false identities With our selective perception We ignore those we can't see But hide in lies and obscurity It may be hard to believe
Catholic school does a number on a child, He never knows what to believe. Dear God, that woman in the habit she rapped my fingers time and time again when I’d take the Lord’s name in vain,
My teacher Waves her hands Towards the board like my attention Should be focused on adjectives and verbs She placed me next to the smelly kid And the girl who always makes fun of me I stare outside
As a daffodil, she’s rooted downin dirt and defecation, reflecting sunshine only when her branches are severed
A prophet crossed the white line And he did not eat a swine. Disgusted by booze, He kept out the Jews. After that he drank palm wine.
Practicing our prayers Making our lives look great Making sure we didn’t sin So there would be nothing on to debate coming on service on time almost never been late trying to smile to each other
Time and time again we all come we all smile and grin cause isn't this a blast? we all come again and again every once in a while there is a "How've you been?" "Fine" "Better" and even "good"
You say you live your life evangelically, But all I ever see is hypocrisy. Personally, I see you equally, But your thoughts of me, Are made judgmentally. You say that you love and talk to God up above,
Our distance was created By individual thoughts Ideals held tightly Releasing a friend’s loss Blinded by Honor’s pride Visioning all the wrongs If love held true Friendship would be strong
Lets rip into hypocrisy I dont mean The Bible it's perfect I mean our hypocrisy Explain to me how you see vision of Poles, strippers strip strip for you And money falling from the trees
Clandestinely cascading-- The entire, pitiful, centerfold That I consider to be a sympathetic heart
Short Quick Breaths Try and hold Me together But fail In utter Lack of strength. Massive voids Consume my middle Bigger than me Yet part of Me
Girls are called fat if they eat and gain weight, But if they stop eating they are called anorexic. Either way they are judged by what is on their plate. When they wear makeup they are called fake,
Such a deceiving visage, Many of who I had encountered consider me an standard fellow. The Truth is, I am a dark room. Many had opened my doors only to find the expected darkness.