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She was born from fire.AndFrom those ashes she rose.burnt skin-Burnt skin that sizzled down like gift paper that had been thrown into the fire.
anger boiling in me Oh lord when will I be free My dark past haunting me Happiness will i see? It got my cheast heavy Cant breath Why my feelings so slippery Happy now minutes later um angry
At first it starts with a tiny seed then the roots spring up out of the fertile soil preaching, teaching & service To humbly obey is better then sacrifice
Four and a half years after you came into my life you are gone from it One year of silent staring Seven months of friendship One year and four some odd months of dating And the rest in between, Well...
blinking sleep away the sky still dark bruise colored with rain rings around my eyes and I finally feel alive sometimes you get kicked down sometimes you struggle
does the god that you serve want you to kill maim and destroy? well then i am going to say something and i am not going to be coy. you are not in communion with the GOD ABOVE!