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For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy so be compared with the glory that shall be revealed in us.--Romans 8:18
Who a..
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This is not a love poem.
Such a tired, spent literary form
Would do a disservice to everything I truly feel
And yet find myself unable to express.
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I await the end--sleeping in the eye
Of this ever-growing storm.
I await the reaping--falling at your
Feet to be reborn.
To be reborn or end thi..
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Selfish, bloodthirsty, inhuman monster!
Who do you think you are?
This life is not yours to define!
You, with your empty eyes and your wicked smi..
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Wrote this one a while back. Never quite finished it.
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Change can't come quick enough.
The West is too far awaywhen your chance at purpose lies under a sweltering Texas sun.
Everything here feels all the..
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Just the same decaying organic matter,
Whether you keep up with the Joneses or not.
Just the same declining, dissipating spirit,
Whether you're a w..
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About a thousand years ago,
Some guy named Paul wrote a letter to some guy named Timothy.
He told him this:
You've brought nothing into this world,..
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Perhaps we only know love
Because we're so well acquainted with pain.
In my short time on this earth,
I've learned enough about what it means to hu..
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Putting my fingers back to the keys
And my thoughts back to the page.
Never hurt so much.
Never as much as that time when I wrote you,
Tearing u..
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