its getting cold out here... living in a world where nobody love you...and everyone around try to judge you.. its to many hearts filled with hate.. and biblically we all are sisters and brothers.. no matter the shape no matter the color.. but we still turn our backs on each other.. aww what would the lord say. you my kids you have all failed me.. how could you let the devil prevail me.. you didnt follow not one commandment.. but yet its still faith... i love you no matter the order.. you all are my sons and daughters.. i forgived, forgot, moved forward.. no time to waste
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Charles2 says: Having courage is one consequence of standing up to adversity, building of character. another. Not to have faced struggle and to resist hatred requires learning and understanding. We struggle and if we prevail, we are made stronger. great story |
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chrisj21390 says: thanks charles2 and glad you understand where i was going with this |
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today's worldits getting cold out here... living in a world where nobody love you...and everyone around try to judge you.. its to many hearts filled with hate.. and biblically we all are sisters and brothers.. no matter the shape no matter the color.. but we still turn our backs on each other.. aww what would the lord say. you my kids you have all failed me.. how could you let the devil prevail me.. you didnt follow not one commandment.. but yet its still faith... i love you no matter the order.. you all are my sons and daughters.. i forgived, forgot, moved forward.. no time to waste  |
deadly pencilOk welcome to reality, good dream gone bad your life is a tragedy. Everything gon bad, you probably shouldn't challenge me, cause i can make it worst tho, kill you with a verse and Revive you! And kill you again with no remorse, Denial. Then crawl thru your skin where goopbumps let me in. your pours Still pouring out blood thru the wounded skin. Being hit by bars and a hook like Peter pan. Now I got your attention with the intention to. Hit you with a poem so different it starts to interest you. Stab you with a pencil of words, what more can a pencil do. Write down books and novels something to enlighten you. Jock down scary movie scenes something to frighten you. Or write down your whole life story something you and I can do. Or kill every line on the paper that separates white and blue. |