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Bad news keeps arriving
Ceaselessly reminding
Why did you stop listening to me
I've screamed, humbled my knees
My hands have beseeched the sky
Yet you still refuse to tell me why
Why nothing counteracts the end
The ache of losing another friend
I find zero solace in the promise
For Heaven doesn't mean a thing
Sullied wings, neglected strings
Haunt daily thoughts and dreams
For peace doesn't deem to cling
I'm tired of losing the ones I love
Why did you stop being reassuring
By sheltering me from inevitability
I've strained with heart and ear
But it's your voice I cannot hear
I'm sick of it only being the fear
Interfering with the atmosphere
I receive little solace from the choir
Hyms don't ease tension in the wire
Empty pews and the lost not found
Evoke bleak thoughts and sounds
Creates a sink hole in my ground
I'm so damn skeptical
I don't believe a thing
My hands have beseeched the sky
Yet you still refuse to tell me why
Cemetery flowers, the bonds that die
Line unexpected curves in the stream
My psyche can't risk caving in to belief
I've listened to sermons with heart and ear
About the sacrifice Faith's supposed to bear
I haven't learned, I'm unable to adhere
There's no comfort to be had in the pulpit
Little to no redemption, no joyous trumpet
Just corrupted crowns and polluted streams
permeating unhealthy thoughts and dreams
Ropes keep knotting
Relentlessly swinging
Broken wings, battered things
Haunt every thought and dream
For peace doesn't exist nor sing
I'm tired of my own shadowed eyes
Why did you stop granting miracles
I've reached out and spun in circles
Cold hands beseech the warm sky
Yet you still refuse to explain why
You didn't deflect hurt before it hit
Perhaps my heart's too heavy to lift
Ceaselessly reminding
Why did you stop listening to me
I've screamed, humbled my knees
My hands have beseeched the sky
Yet you still refuse to tell me why
Why nothing counteracts the end
The ache of losing another friend
I find zero solace in the promise
For Heaven doesn't mean a thing
Sullied wings, neglected strings
Haunt daily thoughts and dreams
For peace doesn't deem to cling
I'm tired of losing the ones I love
Why did you stop being reassuring
By sheltering me from inevitability
I've strained with heart and ear
But it's your voice I cannot hear
I'm sick of it only being the fear
Interfering with the atmosphere
I receive little solace from the choir
Hyms don't ease tension in the wire
Empty pews and the lost not found
Evoke bleak thoughts and sounds
Creates a sink hole in my ground
I'm so damn skeptical
I don't believe a thing
My hands have beseeched the sky
Yet you still refuse to tell me why
Cemetery flowers, the bonds that die
Line unexpected curves in the stream
My psyche can't risk caving in to belief
I've listened to sermons with heart and ear
About the sacrifice Faith's supposed to bear
I haven't learned, I'm unable to adhere
There's no comfort to be had in the pulpit
Little to no redemption, no joyous trumpet
Just corrupted crowns and polluted streams
permeating unhealthy thoughts and dreams
Ropes keep knotting
Relentlessly swinging
Broken wings, battered things
Haunt every thought and dream
For peace doesn't exist nor sing
I'm tired of my own shadowed eyes
Why did you stop granting miracles
I've reached out and spun in circles
Cold hands beseech the warm sky
Yet you still refuse to explain why
You didn't deflect hurt before it hit
Perhaps my heart's too heavy to lift
Literature
differently (v. 2)
i.
if I had known I would die tonight,
I think I would've kissed her.
I think I would've told her to stay with me under
the umbrella for just a moment longer
instead of letting her walk into her home
with a flash of a smile back to me
and a "get home safe."
I think I would've pressed that button on the handle
letting the umbrella collapse above us,
fall to the pavement,
let the torrential rain soak us,
and I know I would've kissed her
before she had the chance
to say something.
I know I would've let the rain just pour down on us while
we kissed there,
until she pulled away and laughed –
god, I loved her laugh –
u
Literature
Descended To The Yard (Updated)
Descended to the yard
Thirty men without jobs
Descended to the yard
Descended to chop logs
The damned winter
The cold misery
Away from women
Steps closer to the flames of Hell
Of Hell
Descended to the yard
Working for a long while
Sixty days to work hard
Thirty men in denial
The boss of our "corp"
Got us by the bucks
Away from love
The head inside the oven of Hell
Of Hell
Descended to the yard
There's no work left in town
Descended to the yard
Far from the world, shut down
I`m calling the great Satan
I know about the old legend
The one of the flying canoe
Please send us home, we know you could
I wanna fly in the firmament
See again, just fo
Literature
Heroshipping...
Pokemon fan fiction short
Heroshipping
Skit
“Who the hell is this kid?” Ray asked as a general question, starring down at the red headed boy in front of him who glared back with emerald green eyes.
“Why don’t you try asking me what my name is?” He demanded.
“Oi! They make them so feisty now a days.” John commented to one in particular, “Especially the short ones.”
“I thought we were supposed to be meeting someone who belongs to a shipping that the author just found out about.” Cody said, “It can’t be this kid, can it?”
“Colosseumshipping is the only
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