Blood shed never was a reality, you'd think n here in this state of decay we would find our actions gone within in a small reaction.

Keep truth but know the truth between life and satisfaction, death over stilled distraction that will and has blinded us with no remorse or retraction. anger beyond our own self intentions allowing ourself to be controller by fear and false direction.

Look to the sky because without him you surely are destined to die, this world is crumbling and Jesus can put the pieces back together

i asked myself how my writings have become more and more deep not to add the have surely improved.

when i write i find myself in a place nobody cares to wander, joyful yet a dark place, a distant deep inside me with shackles that are bound to me no matter where i hide, the cold metal that chills my body as i attempt to free myself, is this twisted? am i sane?

remember people lol these are writings i am okay!

how can you be afraid of pain? when you witnessed all you could bare and almost became numb? maybe i am just over sensitive, maybe my battle is larger in the spirit world, a battle not between life and material work but between the devil that seeks to destroy me and remove my hope, is it possible to be devoured from the inside? when you are completely together on the outside .

i am not weak maybe confused, different perhaps

i see the wind blow as the steady day begins to fade to grey, i pick my feet up and i am on my way, i write everything in riddle to some i must say because i see things differently in a unique way, i express myself through my writing and singing, it gives a sense of comfort so i may keep on moving with meaning.

lyrics genius naw just a truthful speaker, i write things strong because i don't wish to be weaker, i feel to express ones self you should express completely.

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i saw humanity once for what it was, a stilled feeling i felt a cold rush run down my spine to find i had simply traveled to far into my very mind. why do i care which way the other strays? beyond even this the one who has drifted away.
now surely i have witness the darkness of the world i must say but lived long enough to know there is joy to be had in each day. i strive to keep myself at bay and be a light to others a long the way.

A saint you say? in no way do i portray this act in anyway, judgment i tend to stick away i am not a fan of picking the wrongs although i have had times were i have been very wrong. my simple point to say i will be the best each and everyday hoping i can help those who fall behind or that have lost there way, hoping i may rescue them from there dismay.

i am not here to be perfect, i don't follow every rule and i am a sinner of that i am the worst but i do believe the man upstairs cares for me and you. and as much as aideny it i know there is hope, just reach out your hand

Stand on soil the moist density of the ground you portray on, wandering blindly as you feel the wind brush across you're skin, a chill of the cold as you hold completely still alone but almost at peace. The darkness comes a thicksickness as our vision blurs, lead into a destructive state we find as this once so beautiful place crumbles, the ground shakes the trees start to fall and the wind roars with violence, suddenly we are not a lone but surrounded by our fear and regrets, as the world adds in all of the lies it has consumed.
I hope will surely appear, are you out in the dark? Afraid you will be starved or taken under by these earthly scars breath for the hope is above, a light beyond all darkness can bring you from your once so distant status, to be renewed and loved, purpose, reasoning , destiny, a King not many proclaim and fail to see, take it from me step out and embrace him and surely you Will be saved. Don't take advice of the others for every relationship with the Father is unique so find him yourself and know him for who he is, a savior