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Oh, yeah. Forgot about you. Sorry about that whole “shooting you” thing, but I know if you look deep into your heart, which is currently all over that tree, you’ll find a way to forgive me.

God is a mean-spirited, pugnacious bully bent on revenge against His children for failing to live up to his impossible standards.

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RemappingtheHumanSoul
02:47 Oct 17 2015

That is so true!

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Not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to dIe.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.



From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

"Forever feeling her life is dying

But the doctors keep on lying.

"Your daughter will be fine,

Just give her some time."



But she wasn't okay

Because your baby girl took her life today.

She couldn't keep running

And she wouldn't stand living.



Her silent plea's for love

Left her heart on black doves.

"I'm in pain"

Her innocence cut, her pride slain.



Her cries fell on deaf ears

So no one realized her fears.

No one saw her fatal change

Until her heart was out of range.



She wrote out letters

Saying her life would be better.

She laid the pistol on her heart

And blew her body apart.



Her parents cry themselves to sleep

And all her friends weep.

They loved that girl well

And left her alone in Hell.



Maybe her soul can be free

And everyone will see

The lost life of one teen

And the love there could have been."

When we were little

We told our parents

To keep the light on when

We slept



We thought if we

Kept it on

The Boogie Man would

Never be able to find

Us in the brightness



Now I fall asleep

With the light on

To keep the

Darkness around me

From trying to

Drown me.......

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

God spares no salvation to those who would beg for it. Nor is he merciful to those who would beseech his benevolence. These petty requests are no invocation to god. They are your death.

Let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear.