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The generator is broken.
Out fridge.
Oh my god all our food will perish if we don't eat it now!
...
Tonight. WE FEAST.
*metaphor for lyf. hope you all caught dat.
A warning,
a shrill warning;
shrieking in my ear,
leave be,
stress is overwhelming.
I know it's wrong,
leave be,
leave me be.
A warning not heeded will evolve into a trial.
A trial;
a warning,
a shrill warning,
leave be,
I will listen next time.
No promises though because
my heart screams otherwise,
leave be,
leave me be;
I despise your instruction,
my body screams leave be,
while your warning screams listen.
Life is a conflict,
but I know in the end,
something will arise,
out of the dust,
the LORD seems to have a specialty in that.
Morality:
something people have morphed into an ugly beast.
"What is right for you,
may be wrong for someone else."
Oh the horror of relativism.
Now let's be clear,
we all have an idea of morality;
it is imprinted on our hearts, it seems.
An old man being mugged in the streets.
Shall we walk on by and not bring justice? Or even feel anger in our hearts? Not even the slightest?
A baby being shaken by an alcoholic mother.
Is that wrong?
Well, if you adhered to relativism, you could not concretely say it is wrong.
But without morals,
there is chaos.
For, someone could cause mass genocide
and they would be free to do it again.
No punishment for crime
if morals are nonexistent.
In my opinion, all morals--the discernment between right and wrong--have come from God Himself.
If you erase morals and God from this world, what you have is chaos.
It literally becomes a dog-eat-dog world.
And to me, that is the most frightening atrocity that could ever occur in history.
Morality:
something people have morphed into an ugly beast.
"What is right for you,
may be wrong for someone else."
Oh the horror of relativism.
Now let's be clear,
we all have an idea of morality;
it is imprinted on our hearts, it seems.
An old man being mugged in the streets.
Shall we walk on by and not bring justice? Or even feel anger in our hearts? Not even the slightest?
A baby being shaken by an alcoholic mother.
Is that wrong?
Well, if you adhered to relativism, you could not concretely say it is wrong.
But without morals,
there is chaos.
For, someone could rape and murder your sister,
and they would be free to do it again,
no punishment for crime
if morals are nonexistent.
In my opinion, all morals--the discernment between right and wrong--have come from God Himself.
If you erase morals and God from this world, what you have is chaos.
It literally becomes a dog-eat-dog world.
And to me, that is the most frightening atrocity that could ever occur in history.
/Word: Edge/
Part 2!
On the edge of her decision. She could go through with what she had diligently planned, or chicken out again.
Somehow her muscles reacted innately.
She knife was maneuvering over,
inserting itself,
his eyes darted,
she met them,
they saw through her,
and she twisted,
very silent,
his breath left him,
and he dropped dead.
Stabbed by a nine-year-old girl.
Living on the edge,
of reality,
each atom of my being
converting,
pixelating and dissolving.
Being materialized into another realm,
a realm like no other,
where I can be at peace;
personify the serenity into my best friend.
Where I find God:
my secret place,
just beyond the edge.
Living on the edge,
of reality,
each atom of my being
converting,
pixelating and dissolving;
being materialized into another realm.
A realm like no other,
where I can be at peace;
personify the serenity into my best friend,
where I find God,
my secret place,
just beyond the edge.
/Word: Braid/
Her auburn hair, always done in a long, French braid,
concealed her knife,
and she walked nonchalantly across town.
The moment she had been thoroughly planning,
the moment was creeping up.
She reached up her braid,
to grab the handle,
as he walked by;
oblivious to his imminent danger.
*Stayed tuned for the second installment!*
/Braid/
Braiding the fibers of understanding together,
weaving the delicate threads of acceptance
upon the loom;
the loom, the foundation,
where art is sprung and people are created,
The Ultimate Weaver skillfully and gently,
creates
and treasures each work of art.
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