Your Soul Will Be Hunted To Hell
I'm running like mad,
While my heart pounds,
This is really sad,
Why all these hounds.
I'm but one they're an army,
Of both horses and mounts,
This is really quite barmy,
If catching me is what counts.
I've done nothing wrong,
Except trying to survive,
On this Earth I belong,
Like you I'm alive.
They are saying I'm vermin,
Well that's their excuse,
Put it in my sermon,
This is animal abuse.
What is it I've done,
To be treated this way,
While to them it is fun,
I do not have a say.
They are catching me now,
I am so out of breath,
So I ask myself how,
Will I face my own death.
They've caught up at last,
I am dead on my feet,
The hounds have amassed,
I can no longer compete.
I feel a terrible fear,
Deep within my heart,
Those mounted all cheer,
As I'm torn apart.
Let me take you to task,
As your lies are deceiving,
Whilst in glory you bask,
What are you achieving?
My partner and cubs,
They're left without food,
While you head to the pubs,
They're left to brood.
You are nothing but cowards,
It is evil you court,
With self praise you'll be showered,
But it will never be sport.
Upon each of your souls,
I place a curse,
Then as your bell tolls,
Things will only things get worse.
Butchering Foxes makes no sense,
Why you do it only you can tell,
In your Gods eyes There'll be no defence,
'' Your Soul Will Be Hunted To Hell ''
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It Leaves Their Victims Distraught
Somewhere in Wales little April lies dead,
Killed by a paedophile not right in the head,
A cigar chomping celebrity? is now being exposed,
His years of abuse are now being disclosed.
Now his ‘' friends ‘' all come out saying they knew all along,
Why didn't they report it, they knew it was wrong,
Their inactions encourage this heinous crime,
They're just as responsible as these pieces of slime.
Rapists and paedophiles are two of a kind,
They have similar styles both are sick in the mind,
Their aims in life are to have total control,
With evil they're rife they have forfeited their soul.
It's the victim who suffers this is presently forgotten,
As their life hits the buffers it is they who feel rotten,
The criminals spend their time in a five star cell,
For such a heinous crime they should be condemned to hell.
Back out to rape in just a few short years,
Will their next victim escape or be left shedding tears,
While the do-good brigade spout out their mince,
The victims are afraid they're just left to wince.
Unless we wake up they'll continue their crimes,
Their must be a shake up to mirror new times,
They must be treated as scum for that's what they are,
To do otherwise is dumb as they leave a terrible scar.
Society's got it wrong in the way victims are treated,
We need to be strong when punishment is meted,
I'll not tell a lie they should all face death,
To ensure they die we will smother their last breath.
These people are not thickos they know what they're doing,
They are nothing but sickos with the trouble they're brewing,
Unless we take heed they will think they've the right,
To carry out this deed whenever they might.
If we continue to ignore things will only get worse,
More trouble in store as their abuse is a curse,
The question this begs is why does society forgive.
They are nothing but dregs so why do we let live,
The exposure of their offences they hate us portraying,
It weakens their defences it's their minds we're betraying.
With strength over the weak they feel empowered,
The havoc they wreak leaves the mark of a coward.
We must take proper action a lifetime in jail,
If it helps one fraction there must be no bail,
For being so cruel they should be left to rot,
Their abuse is not cool,
Truth Hurts
You know my will is broken
Youve got my heart on hold
Im lying here in pieces, so cold
It gets so hard to handle
All the things you need to say
But I guess I heard it all before anyway
Is love such a blessing or a curse
Either way
Truth hurts
Well therell be no more running
Now Ive got you face to face
I want to know who youve been loving in my place
You say I had it coming
Try to hold my head up high
Love gave me wings and left me paralyzed
Theres nothing left alive
As we watch the spirits die
The world keeps turning
My heart keeps learning
Do you know where the guilty sleep
Babe Ive got my pride
Somehow I will survive
The world keeps turning
My heart keeps learning
Do you know where the lonely sleep tonight
Another fallen angel
How far I just cant tell
Living without love is a living hell
Why is love such a blessing or a curse
Baby either way
Truth hurts
Babe Ive got my pride
Somehow I will survive
My heart keeps learning
Dont know which is worse
But one thing that I know
Truth hurts
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A Dacian's prayer [Rugăciunea unui dac]
When there was neither death, nor immortality,
Nor seed of light to give life and fertility,
Nor yesterday, today, tomorrow and for ever,
For one was everything and all were one together;
When earth and sky and air and all this world profound
Were things that until then had never been around,
Back then, was only You, and in my mind I wonder,
Who is the God we worship, who makes us hear the thunder?
He is the God that stood before all gods in dark
And from the boundless waters produced a little spark,
He gives the gods their souls, makes happy His creation
He is for all the people a fountain of salvation
Cheer up and praise the Lord! Forget about your strife,
He is the death of death and is the life of life!
And He gave me the eyes to see the shining light
And mercifully filled my heart with pure delight
In roaring winds I've heard His footsteps all the time
And in a sublime song I've felt His holy rhyme,
But beside all these things, I still have a request,
To let me find at last His sweet eternal rest!
To curse the man who wants to soothe my awful pain
To bless the one who always oppresses me in vain,
To listen any mouth that shouts at me with strife,
To strengthen any arm that wants to take my life
And let that guy to be the best and walk ahead
Who comes to steal the stone on which I lay my head!
Rejected by the people, I'll roam through all my years
Until I feel my eyes devoid of any tears,
For every man will be my bitter foe from birth,
That's why I cannot judge or measure my own worth;
The pain and the ordeal have chilled my heart severely,
That I can curse my mother, whom I have loved so dearly –
But when my hate will fade and love will take its place
I might forget my pain and leave this life with grace.
And if I die an outlaw who wanted to be free,
Let them throw out my body to rot under a tree
And offer, God, a crown with many precious stones
To him who'll bring the dogs to eat my heart and bones.
And give eternal life to those who slap my face,
Who throw at me with stones and sink me in disgrace!
And only then, my Father, I'll thank you on my knees,
Because You gave me power to go through life with ease
I shall not beg for mercy or bend my head and cry
To curses, spite and evil I want to turn Your eye,
To feel Your holy breath upon my mortal face,
To die and rest in peace and leave behind no trace!
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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I've Been A Dirty Low Down Cheat
Sport is all about taking part,
Forget about the fastest start,
Regardless of how you must depart,
You can take the heat.
Who in God's name says these things?
Do they know the misery losing brings,
If you're last an alarm bell rings,
It makes you feel incomplete.
We aspire to make it our life's mission,
To win the day that's our ambition,
Life is all about competition,
Humans were made to compete.
We are prevalent in every sport,
The dangers we are willing to court,
The truth is something we do distort,
Or punishment they will mete.
Problem is we don't like to lose,
It puts us on a right short fuse,
To win there are things we will abuse,
It's our duty to avoid defeat.
That does include a bit of sinning,
I'd do anything to ensure I'm always winning,
At the finish line I'll be grinning,
How it makes me feel upbeat.
To win I'll even bend the rules,
There are some really useful tools
I'll make the others look like fools,
But I've got to be discreet.
Losing is something I've never faced,
So what I take cannot be traced,
If I'm ever caught I'll be disgraced,
But my ego I must entreat.
My success is all down to my dedication,
Not the taking of illegal medication,
Though it's prevalent in every sporting nation,
Oh how victory tastes so sweet.
Through all the years and battles fought,
I'm now the one left feeling fraught,
For in the end I've now been caught,
I am guilty of deceit.
I was addicted to those winning hugs.
But to get them I was taking drugs,
Despite my saying they were for mugs,
I'm no longer one of the elite.
My former glories have been taken away,
My name no longer holds any sway,
My principles and morals I did betray,
This time they've got me beat.
My fans have all deserted me,
A lying dastard is now what they see,
In hindsight now I must agree,
‘' I've Been A Dirty Low Down Cheat ‘'
Fox Hunting Is Banned In Britain
A so called sport of the upper class that inspired the bards to rhyme
Fox hunting is banned in Britain everything has it's time
For nothing last forever it had passed it's use by date
And in chasing down and killing a frightened creature what is to celebrate?
John Masefield's long poem 'Reynard the Fox' I readily can recall
One of the best on fox hunting if not the best of all
But that aside fox hunting was cruel or to me 'twould seem that way
For to be hunted down and mauled to death by dogs not what you'd call fair play.
I read in the Newspapers how those for fox hunting protested long and loud
But there was nothing in this so called sport of which they could feel proud
For to watch a creature torn to shreds could hardly be much fun
It seems a far more painful way to die than the quicker death by gun.
The day is near when all blood sports will be things of the past
For all things have their use by date and nothing seems to last
Some may see the fox as vermin but the fox warrants a fair go
And empathy for wild born creatures not too much to ask to show.
Fox hunting is banned in Britain such good news is good to hear
News well worth celebrating to that I'll drink a beer
To be torn to shreds by a pack of hounds seems an awful way to die
And to this very cruel blood sport good riddance and goodbye.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Poetic Dance!
like a strife, he is in front of me
like a challenge, he always win off me
your words catching me like a punch
Me, poor of me! like a gentle kiss
Having in your double tongue the curse
he is the riper, brings the reaper to my heart
cold heart, ferocious, determinate
Took and shred my body, slashing my flesh
I was the clown, the war prize he lurking me
I gave the rhythm, the tune of the dance
he, the keeper of souls, the tower.
In a cage, tried to escape, he caught me
My words, without force
My intention running away
Dance of death to me
Dance of joy to him
What a terrible dance
I with my paws
him, lightness of feet
And the music slide over me
I just go follow by scent!
Who is the beast!
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Youth To Elder
The years are catching up to us
Our minds seem to be losing touch
No longer do we see or feel
What is fake and what is real.
They say humanity has five senses
Which I tend to disagree
Seeing, smelling, hearing, taste and touch.
But those are just the outer senses of which they speak
What about the inner senses which control you and me.
Love, compassion, fear, hate
Just a few which they forgot to rate.
The list has become so long
That in a book it doesn't belong.
Sadness, joy, anger, frustration
It's not even enough for our imagination.
All these things with age we've come to know
And in our souls it began to grow.
The soul is the only thing that we can not lose
And given a choice- this I'll choose
For when it's time for us to go to the other side
Everything else is left behind.
The soul is like a treasure chest
It holds all the wealth that you've created
Of all the feelings known to man
So when you get to GODS kingdom
You'll understand.
It becomes like a video that you can see
Of your every step and memory
So Alzheimer's and dementia stand aside
You ‘re in for a long, long ride.
poem by Louis Rams
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Curse Of Forever Lonliness
in this darkness bove all and everything esle my soul gits consumed twilight descends me darkness fill my heart the light has left me i hav fallen into many diffrent kinds of hell the gods themsevles hav cursed me alife of eternal lonliness in my quest to start from the bottomless depths i climb heaven ward towards up and forever upwardss to begin a new my life has been torn asunder for now and forever more i curse the gods themselves and bring thunder and lightinging and all the evil in whcih i hav been forced to face i bring my vengence now forever i bring hell to end this curse
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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To be the Veda
Who am I?
Who put me here?
Why am I here?
What should I do?
Who will tell me who I am?
Who will tell me, who put me here?
Who will tell me, why I'm here,
and tell me then, what I should do? ..
Sometimes, I am all thankfulness
for what keeps all of me alive;
is there a greater one whom I may thank?
And sometimes, I'm alive with praise;
Is there a greater one whom I may praise?
Sometimes, as thunder rolls and lightning strikes,
earth quakes; seas foam,
I am all fear; is there a one
who’ll tell me, the other, or the greater
things that I should fear,
and tell me what I need not fear?
From day to day, my thankfulness
wells up for this; and then for that:
the earth that yields me food,
the rain that helps it grow,
the sun and light that help it ripen,
the air that I must breathe,
the sounds that draw me to my fellow men:
so are there many such, whose mighty powers
I should thank and praise,
or is there only One?
Or are there many in the One
whom I should thank and praise –
and what then do these greater powers
know of each other; know of that One?
Sometimes, when all is silent, still,
I seem to have a hint of whom I am;
of why I’m here; what I should do;
then who will tell me the greater more
of all the more I think I know?
Sometimes, when all is silent, still,
I wish to spend my days deep in that place;
but I must work; then should I trust
some other man or woman, who will spend
their days in thanking, praising, in my place?
or can my work be also thanks and praise?
who judges thanks and praise enough?
Sometimes, when all is silent, still,
I feel a greatness in me, that
joins me to all things in myself..
who shall tell me more of this?
Sometimes, when all is silent, still,
I seek for sounds, and words, and song,
to measure all that this heart feels:
oh, who will teach me greater words?
Is there a teacher, and a taught?
Or is the teacher all around?
Or is the teacher all within?
Oh, who will tell me whom I am,
in words that sing as from myself?
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[An ongoing attempt to ‘imagine myself’ into the spirit of the Veda]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Man's Medley
Hark, how the birds do sing,
and woods do ring.
All creatures have their joy: and man hath his.
Yet if we rightly measure,
Man's joy and pleasure
Rather hereafter, than in present, is.
To this life things of sense
Make their pretense:
In th'other Angels have a right by birth:
Man ties them both alone,
And makes them one,
With th'one hand touching heav'n, with th'other earth.
In soul he mounts and flies,
In flesh he dies.
He wears a stuff whose thread is coarse and round,
But trimm'd with curious lace
And should take place
After the trimming, not the stuff and ground.
Not that he may not here
Taste of the cheer,
But as birds drink, and straight lift up their head,
So must he sip and think
Of better drink
He may attain to, after he is dead.
But as his joys are double,
So is his trouble.
He hath two winters, other things but one:
Both frosts and thoughts do nip,
And bite his lip;
And he of all things fears two deaths alone.
Yet ev'n the greatest griefs
May be reliefs,
Could he but take them right, and in their ways.
Happy is he, whose heart
Hath found the art
To turn his double pains to double praise.
poem by George Herbert
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What The Hyena Said
The moon is but a golden skull,
She mounts the heavens now,
And Moon-Worms, mighty Moon-Worms
Are wreathed around her brow.
The Moon-Worms are a doughty race:
They eat her gray and golden face.
Her eye-sockets dead, and molding head:
These caverns are their dwelling-place.
The Moon-Worms, serpents of the skies,
From the great hollows of her eyes
Behold all souls, and they are wise:
With tiny, keen and icy eyes,
Behold how each man sins and dies.
When Earth in gold-corruption lies
Long dead, the moon-worm butterflies
On cyclone wings will reach this place—
Yea, rear their brood on earth’s dead face.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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His Love Letter
I thought I’d dropp a line to you
To let you know what I’m going through.
I know that we are no longer together
And you may think that it’s better.
But I am in so much pain
Since you left, I’ve never been the same.
There is a void in my heart
Ever since we’ve been apart.
This void is like the oceans swells
And I feel like I’m going thru hell.
I recall every feature of your face
And no one can ever take your place.
I feel the gentleness of your kiss
It is something I will always miss
The scent of your body capturing me
Holding my heart, and never letting it free.
Your eyes taking me deep into your soul
A pleasure that I will forever hold.
Recalling those moments of love making pleasure
A memory that I will forever treasure.
These are the things that I am going thru
And it’s all because of you.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Ballad Of The Foxhunter
'Lay me in a cushioned chair;
Carry me, ye four,
With cushions here and cushions there,
To see the world once more.
'To stable and to kennel go;
Bring what is there to bring;
Lead my Lollard to and fro,
Or gently in a ring.
'Put the chair upon the grass:
Bring Rody and his hounds,
That I may contented pass
From these earthly bounds.'
His eyelids droop, his head falls low,
His old eyes cloud with dreams;
The sun upon all things that grow
Falls in sleepy streams.
Brown Lollard treads upon the lawn,
And to the armchair goes,
And now the old man's dreams are gone,
He smooths the long brown nose.
And now moves many a pleasant tongue
Upon his wasted hands,
For leading aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands.
'Huntsmam Rody, blow the horn,
Make the hills reply.'
The huntsman loosens on the morn
A gay wandering cry.
Fire is in the old man's eyes,
His fingers move and sway,
And when the wandering music dies
They hear him feebly say,
'Huntsman Rody, blow the horn,
Make the hills reply.'
'I cannot blow upon my horn,
I can but weep and sigh.'
Servants round his cushioned place
Are with new sorrow wrung;
Hounds are gazing on his face,
Aged hounds and young.
One blind hound only lies apart
On the sun-smitten grass;
He holds deep commune with his heart:
The moments pass and pass:
The blind hound with a mournful din
Lifts slow his wintry head;
The servants bear the body in;
The hounds wail for the dead.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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When Hes Gone
Stormy nights, Ive been waiting
Satisfy you, oh yeah
But his love is just a game
And hes sellng you the same old lies
And Im hangin on the wire
And no closer to the fire
And you dont hear me when I cry
(chorus)
You may need someone to lean upon
When hes gone, when hes gone
And what is left is a love so strong
When hes gone, when hes gone
You wouldnt believe to what extent
My mind is going to
You wouldnt deny me in your dreams
You couldnt belong to someone else
If you could see me now
And Id be the only one
When hes gone
My understanding that you remember
For whom the bell tolls, oh yeah
I swear to you I pray
That you feel the battle rage
For the saving of my soul
And its a struggle to survive
You know its keepin us alive
And baby I dont wanna die
(chorus)
I will be someone you lean upon
When hes gone, when hes gone
And what is left is a love so strong
When hes gone, when hes gone
You wouldnt believe to what extent
My mind is going to
You wouldnt deny me in your dreams
You couldnt belong to someone else
If you could see me now
And Id be the only one
When hes gone
I will be someone you lean upon
When hes gone, when hes gone
And what is left is a love so strong
When hes gone, when hes gone
I will be someone you lean upon
When hes gone, when hes gone
Dont tell me its too late
And your love dont make me wait
I can see the end of time
With a love that makes you mine
And tonight I let you know
Theres a love that wont let go
song performed by by Bee Gees
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A fish
He said 'there are plenty of fish in the sea.
All you have to do is go swimming to see.'
True, it would be easy to accomplish this.
But catching a fish... is not what I wish.
What fun would that be, to fish.
I need something better then that...A fish.
'Ha! , You fool that does not exist.'
My friend sometimes you should open your eyes.
Because catching everything that swims by, is not always the prize.
What if I told you to dig deep instead.
'Then I would say there is something wrong with your head.'
Perhaps you would be right, I'm sure it would be a tougher fight.
Digging hole after hole for something that is not in sight.
But what if I stumbled across a clam at the bottom of this sea.
So shiny...So bright it made all the other fish a terrible site.
And my friend whats even better then that.
Inside this clam is something to ewww and awww at.
A pearl inside of it so perfect you would be amazed.
That you would be able to do nothing but sit and gaze.
Would that be worth something to keep.
'I'm sure it would, but you have to dig so deep'
Well that's better then catching just a pretty fish, at least that's what I wish.
poem by Christopher Litten
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Deep Into The Dragon's Eyes
Look deep into the dragon's eyes
Fear not the sulphrous breath
Tis he who within… courage lies
Who needs have no fear of death
The essence of the dragon dwells
In things mundane and rare
in raiment rich, and plain as well
Not seen...but always there
It's adversity, perversity in life
Most things we'd prefer not face
It's unpleasant, things, papery wings
Things of discomfort and ill grace
Tis best to face, the dreaded test
To beard the dragon where it lies
Defeat the beast, inside it's nest
Look deep into the dragon's eyes
poem by David Whalen
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Your Soul Will Be Left In Despair
A terrorist is but a murderer from that fact they will refrain,
Their barbarous acts are criminal, cruel and totally insane,
They claim they fight for ‘'freedom'', whose they cannot say,
Truth is they are cowards who know no other way.
They even kill their own, innocent people blown apart,
Indiscriminate murderers, how can they think that's smart?
That's why we must be careful from reality these people hide,
They'll even blow themselves apart in their acts of suicide.
They fight for faceless leaders who dictate their evil orders,
While they're living life in luxury, behind another's borders,
These leaders shout out, ‘' die for us '' you will become a martyr,
Killing innocent people, is not in your Gods charter.
No God would ever advocate a killing in his name,
To kill in the name of your saviour, as an excuse it's pretty lame,
Why don't you ask your leaders, would you die if you could,
Their answer to you would be abrupt; they'd say that's not so good.
By killing in this fashion you shame yourself as well,
For what they fail to mention is, you're heading straight for HELL,
If it's the ultimate sacrifice, to die in your Gods name,
Why are your leaders still alive, why wont they do the same?
What they're really saying to you is, while they don't want to lie,
Their life is worth more than yours; they'd prefer they didn't die,
Why would they try to kill themselves, for them there is no need,
They just shout out the orders, while you carry out the deed.
To put them into perspective, the people they will use,
Are women, children and handicapped, that's who they will abuse,
Why give you your freedom, when their aim in life's oppression,
Dictatorship is in their soul, they control with sheer aggression.
They'll then go on their merry way, spending all your treasure,
While you're out dying for them, they're enjoying a life of leisure,
The truth is that these leaders, with all the praise you've showered,
Prefer their life of luxury, every one of them's a coward.
Why do you support these scum, they're taking you for a ride,
Ordering you to murder while they just run and hide,
Why won't someone say to them, we must end all the killing,
To kill for faceless cowards, we are no longer willing.
It's not just innocent people; there are those you leave behind,
Including your own families, are you really so damn blind,
If you continue on your present course, there will only be one winner,
The free will then claim victory, while you'll be left the sinner.
Come join us in democracy, then you can start to live,
Show us you are peaceful, for we can and will forgive,
Join us in liberty, then forever you'll be free,
No more need for killing, together we will be.
Murder is not the answer, it's wrong to extinguish life,
Let us show you freedom; we will rid you of your strife,
If you continue with your brutal ways, you must be made aware,
We will never be defeated while,
'' Your Soul Will Be Left In Despair ‘'
The Heart Wants What It Wants
You say one thing and there I go turning around again
Working things over better left unsaid
Spinning around in my head
Talking a moment
Too personally
I have told you just half the words
I've wanted to give you
Fear of rejection keeps my heart at bay
Feelings I'd rather not say
I'd rather have you close
Than never at all
But every now and then
When my world is closing in
I feel you breezin' through my mind
I can attempt to close my eyes
I can avoid the wrong or right
But something deep inside
Says my heart wants what it wants
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing
I know I should run
But my heart wants what it wants
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing
I know I should run
You know the heart wants what it wants
You do one thing and
Then I go
Always imagining
Reciprocating feelings that aren't there
Sometimes I think you're aware
Your body languge it gives you away
Maybe I should run
Turn my back
Head for the sun
Feelings left to come undone
Maybe you like what's goin' on
Deep down inside I know it's wrong
I know I should run
But the heart wants what it wants
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing
I know I should run
But my heart wants what it wants
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing
I know I should run
You know the heart wants what it wants
It's not even a love affair
I'm makin' plans with the ghost of what was there
I've become a desperate fool
And it's all because of you
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing
I know I should run
But my heart wants what it wants
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing
I know I should run
You know the heart wants what it wants
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing
I know I should run
But my heart wants what it wants
Baby
Stay away
Do the right thing baby
Because the heart wants
What the heart needs
Can the heart get
What the heart wants
song performed by by Darren Hayes from Spin
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I once felt
Sometimes I wish I could rewind my life.
Put right all the things that went wrong.
I allways felt my life was a stife.
I once felt alive now I feel so very dead.
My head is filled with dread.
Many times I wish I could turn things around.
To some how change my life.
And end my strife.
All I ever wanted was to live my life freely.
But somewhere along the line,
There people would be putting me down.
And having something to say.
And deep In my heart and soul,
Lay the memories I hate.
In the end I knew the odds were against me.
So I tunt my back and left it all.
I thought taking my life was the only way.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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As Intervention Is What God's Seem To Hate
Life can be cruel and hard to bear,
You're dead a long time that's a fact,
Why do our Gods not make us aware?
Heavens gifts are not myth but a fact.
Faith is what we are taught to believe,
Will guide us to our Heavenly domain,
If we knew it existed we'd have no need to grieve,
For eternity our lives would remain.
We live in the hope Gods paradise is real,
All our loved ones are on the other side,
It's cruel the way you make us feel,
Taking them from us is so hard to bide.
Then you have those who are left behind,
Their lives are left in tatters,
What kind of person could be so unkind?
To take from them everything that matters.
Those people who have never done any wrong,
You've let die in some terrible ways,
Why their agony do you prolong,
Where was your mercy when you ended their days.
Countless wars have passed you by,
Why did you not intervene?
Genocide and starvation force millions to die,
How could a God be so mean?
Your commandments you passed on to Moses,
States all of them must be obeyed,
This is autocracy and the question it poses,
Is why isn't our loyalty repaid.
Is it possible you are just a Dictator?
As criticism of you is classed as a crime,
You then brand us with the title of traitor,
Then say Hell is where you'll do your time.
Please put a stop to the killing.
End the fighting all over your planet,
Show us your people you are willing,
By engaging we know you could ban it.
We have so many Gods yet we're falling apart,
Pray tell us what is it you do,
Watching us die is not very smart,
I bet you'd change things if it happened to you.
Then again you looked on as your own son died,
You forsook him in his hour of need,
You watched as his Mother Mary cried,
That was truly a terrible misdeed.
For a person so holy you are very obtuse,
When it comes to looking after your own,
You sit back and do nothing about all the abuse,
You've watched as our misery has grown.
Of any conscience you must be devoid,
How else do you explain your behaviour?
The Bible does say you can get annoyed,
Is that worthy of the one called the saviour?
For someone so powerful you can be very cruel,
It's time you were taken to task,
Is there a way your decisions we can overrule,
That's a legitimate question to ask.
I'd be willing to meet you one on one,
To let you explain your side of this story,
Watching your creations destroying for fun,
Doesn't exactly cover you with glory.
I'd love you the Gods to prove me wrong,
But my offer I know you'll decline
In the realms of fantasy is where you belong,
As in your actions there is nothing divine.
I predict you'll do what you've always done,
Leave your world and all life to its fate
The fight against evil will never be won.
‘' As Intervention Is What Gods Seem To Hate ‘'