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I once dreamed of my love, Sitting on a huge oak tree. Her lips pressed against mine, I felt as warm as I can be. But then that picture changed, And I was suddenly on my own. I searched for her frantically, Horrified of being alone. And like a depressed Romeo, Who misses his dear Juliet, I sat there, Remembering the things she always said, And how our eyes met. And above my head, was a heavy debt, That can never be paid, A deadly disease, With no cure, And I was no longer sure, That I was still dreaming...

Should I laugh? Should I cry? Should I run and never say goodbye? What should I do? When you leave and pass me by? I am low but you're so high. If you leave, my heart will go dry. You're not something I can simply buy. - Should I laugh? Should I cry? Should i wave and just say goodbye? I held you tight, I knew i'm right, God created you with all his might... - now should i cry?....

whats waiting for a person after he dies? something humans cant visualize? i know that its true, for we are tiny sized, compared to our mighty lord xxx who gives and prays, worships and tries, would earn his place in paradise, who sins and lies will go to hell, ever trapped in a burning cell, so work as hard as you can, to avoid this place in god's land, no matter who you are or what you command, no one could ever lend you a hand....

all praises and thanks are god's, the lord of the mankind. the most gracious, the most merciful, the only ruling judge of the day of resurrection, you alone we worship, and you alone we ask for help. guide us to the straight way, the way of those on whom you have bestowed your grace, not of those who earned your anger...

I always knew that something, Lives under my bed. Something gross, nasty, evil, and scary, That lays there in dread. Its always damp and cold in there, I've always wondered why. I sensed a lot of evil, And it always made me cry. When i once leaned down to pick up my money, I looked under my bed in awe, I found my lost stuffed bunny!!! Dont worry...nothing is under your bed...

your time is up. theres no where you can go. your heart stops suddenly, and you drop. god has chosen you, and you cant say no. the angel of death comes sweeping by, to take your soul away. you've been selfish for your whole life, but you can't be today. your body shrinks, your brain bursts, for you are a hollow prey, no one can help you, no one can save you, all you can do is pray.... you can never escape death...

Lower me through the roof of your heart That I may rise and walk again, Throw back the blockaded fortress of my mind That fear may fall headlong From its broken ramparts, Lift the blackened lids set so hard upon my eyes That they may open upon the new, upon You, Set my soul like a shining jewel in your ring That it may glimmer, ever reflecting The brilliance of your will, Cast from me the concepts of what I know Cover me in the embrace of the uncomprehended

Pain Hundreds of children yelling, screaming. Horrified wails that deafen you. The fear is tangible, So thick you can’t breathe, The shame of a thousand souls. And then, midst the howling, A faint cry of hope, A baby that has not yet fallen. A child that hasn’t been tainted, And the evil seems to be gone. Then a cry from the child. His voice joins the torment. Screaming.  All hope is gone. You Laugh When I hear your lovely laugh, And gaze in your beautiful eyes, I long to feel the warmth of your touch, And light your face with a smile. I make a joke, you laugh, you smile. My heart is filled with joy. The color

Dark, dead, shriveled, rejected Curled up in a dark corner of life, My tear-rivers have dried across my coarse skin, My sadness, drained into defeat. Yet, something inside, refuses to die; Refuses to give up; to surrender, It screams with might and passion and fervor It cries from my own eyes… Help me. Save me. I will not die Not today I want to live If only for a single day… You heard my cries - You always have, But I had never asked for help. Your presence, soft and gentle Almost non-existent: It was there all along; I just never listened. You combed your fingers through my hair; Smoothing the roughs of my h