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I hold a wounded Christ, or so legend says, within this fragile sand dollar - five punctures - hands, feet, side no blood or gore to disturb me but a gentle reminder of his sacrifice
A gnashing cruelty and an unfading whine like A VCR spilled over with vase-water, Keeps the shadowed part of me Beating; It is not a reflection of the Upbringing that
Man, her smile is so big, why is she so happy? Why is she always smiling? She sits alone, always looking in her phone But what they didn't know is that there is a battle going on
Who made you look twice upon yourself in the mirror you passed; rather than preach of your hips and tell stories of your lips! As if they could not do the same.
Easter Tattoo your pain on me With your tears as erasers
There will be world peace but only when Jesus Christ returns.We will be resurrected whether we are buried in the ground or are ashes in urns.Everybody will be friendly to each other, racism will be a thing of the past.
When Jesus resurrects us in the future, we will live in paradise.There will be no sickness and no deaths, it will be very nice.Everybody will be best friends, we will all get along.
How can I go creeping Barefoot in the snow? How can I love so deeply, Someone I do not know? There is beauty that I find In your smile, in your eyes In the tears while you cry
Through fire I was born Through fire I shall die I never have seen another way For the only way out Is the way I came in The came in into this life The fire being my start
What is the meaning of Easter?Is it the eggs?
It was a long night... What grief, what sorrow did fill my heart. An ache unsatisfied with tears. Unsealing wounds. The thickest blood does seep from daggers. A kiss of death...Resurrection, I know.
I’m sorry, dear so sorry, for what you’ve lost for what you’ve seen for what’s been broken. Love comes at a cost, and you have paid too high a price, and, forgetting, have let hope destroy you