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A naked man bows his head, and Walks on into driving rain, teeth Together, arms hugging chest, Resolute against the pain Upon his back their lies a cross, 8ft high and 5ft across, bound With rope...
What is happening To the world. With the wars And people killed What is happening On Earth today. Taking lives And nobody to pay What is happening To our life.
#xmasparody Sing to the tune of The Holly And The Ivy .
Somewhere. A mother holds her daughter for the first time. She will treasure her in her heart forever. Somewhere. A father curses the name of his new son.
Even now I still don't understand why people will listen to the ramblings of an idiot but shut out the cries of someone in need. Why people want what they know they cannot have.
The sun shines bright. But my way is clouded. There's so much love. All of it avoids my heart. Arrows fly and hit their target. My heart can't leak tears anymore. There's so much pain.
Searing crimson rays strike the scorched earth. Blood curdling screams shatter the once vividly beautiful land like fragile glass. Shining armour flashes and glistens under burning, deadly sun.
I see the lifeless eyes; the bloodied face. I see the spent lives and the sulfur trace. The cards are dealt without an ace. And only now weve entered a race. Towards death; towards a tortured time.
Death flashes before our eyes,. Someone telling horrifying lies,. A murder with a knife or gun,. Just because they think it's fun,. A place of fighting and a war,.
Because of the suction once pierced It is impossible to remove a knife without twisting inside the stab wound More often than not what's twisted comes out with it Only increasing the hemorrhage and...
Where tranquility used to be, there is pandemonium The freedom street is held in solitary confinement Armored cars, bombs and heavy machine guns, Running wild like an old Singer machine The collector...
Gunshots pierce the quiet of the night Mothers hide their children in fright Pure air blackened by ash From explosions not very far Families torn apart Never knowing when their next going to...
Most people always say that none of us our perfect, that is how God created us, but did he.