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The sins have killed me
I tried very hard
But it was too painful
Demons were laughing
They always thought
We are the worst creation
Angels were worrying
They always expected
We are the best creation
God?
He is our creator
He knows the best of us
He always praised us
Rather than the other
You have to know
We all are sinners
But remember
We are the best
Among his creations.
I tried very hard
But it was too painful
Demons were laughing
They always thought
We are the worst creation
Angels were worrying
They always expected
We are the best creation
God?
He is our creator
He knows the best of us
He always praised us
Rather than the other
You have to know
We all are sinners
But remember
We are the best
Among his creations.
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We all Matter
Why must family hurt one another with dreadful words building up anger and resentment as each day goes by. Breaking down each other still they can no longer feel any love in fear of it being squashed and thrown aside met with only hateful remarks bye and bye. Yet these people are told to hide away in order not to inflict pain on the person who caused them the endless torment. For they are family and so they get a free pass as many would say but they have gone astray for what the family do often hurt more even without a blow. Even children who are often cast aside experience this pain and they can not getaway for what're they to do with the parents always lurking around the corner? If it's only verbal they're often belittled children and adults alike for words don't hurt as much as stones some fools would say when in reality words can cut deeper then any wound and last much longer. Even when people of power bother to care often times the options are few some would just shoo you
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Subtle Confessions
I stare at a strip of burning paper
and my heart aches
Like a snowflake
I want to sink into your skin
I want to be the rain
outside your window
And somewhere the sun
melts into the horizon once again
Pastel paint dissolves in turpentine
A candle's flame submits to the wind
And-
Can you hear my whisper in these lines?
I want to disappear
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Worried heart
The night is passing by yet still am I kept up at night my thoughts forever racing on worries of tomorrow. So put on some tunes soothe my weary heart let them put me to sleep till tomorrow starts.
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A beautiful piece perfectly depicting man as both as blessing and curse.