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I Don't Understand...I don’t understand,
Why there aren’t more Christians in the world,
Why people aren’t lining up,
At the church doors,
Wanting to worship God.
I don’t understand,
Why these self-proclaimed “Christians”,
Preach and teach,
And say things,
That are the exact opposite,
Of the Word.
I don’t understand,
Why this world is so wicked,
Why people continue to act like animals,
And treat the real animals better,
Than their own kind,
Why people feel the need,
To extinguish a life,
To settle such trivial arguments.
I don’t understand,
Why Christians aren’t doing anything,
When we are called to go out,
Just live--but still be wise.Living a Christian life, is not as easy as people may think, but it's not as hard either.
Some people think of Christian's as arrogate, or spiteful. People who think they are better then everyone else.
But it's not true-at least for the real Christian it's not.
You may walk around as if you are prefect, hiding behind your mask of human sins.
Do we all give in to temptation? Do we sin like that of a non-believer? Do we ignore God when he talks to us?.....Yes. And you are a fool if you answered NO.
Now is this a bad thing?
Are you going to go to hell for such a thing?
Why? Because that's why God sent his only begotten son
Maybe,I would name her Amelia.
I would name her Amelia, and she would have the most gorgeous eyes in the world.
Everyone always said if you two got married, your babies would be the prettiest children who ever lived.
That sentence seems funny now. I guess you didn't need a wedding.
I wish you had told me sooner.
If you had told me, then maybe-
I could have stopped you, and maybe-
She could have come here, and maybe-
She could have been mine, and maybe-
The two of you would have visited on weekends, and maybe-
She'd call you Aunt and Uncle, and maybe-
When she was big enough we'd tell her.
Maybe, I'd be a good mom.
I'll name her maybe.
God Bless the Police OfficersGod bless the police officers,
For they put up with so much,
Crap from everyone else,
Who likes chaos and such.
God bless the police officers,
For they do what no one will do,
They can chase criminals for eight blocks,
Then take abuse from you.
Police are looked down upon,
And no one thinks much of them,
Well, my dad is a police officer,
And I think a lot of him.
Rich vs PearA pear is...
Rich is not.
He is tall,
He is thin,
And not so very round.
A pear is sweet,
Rich is bitter.
If you took a bite of his arm,
He would most likely be crunchy
A pear is not.
They beg me in melodies,
For me not to leave.
But they see memories,
And I see sunsets.
I need to just walk away.
A Mid-Knight ConverseWhen shone moon bright in black veiled night
There rode Dark Knight through midnight light
But when in sight there came road tight
There blocked in spite the white knight Dwight
"See here, Dark Knight, do state your plight
That aids your steed in speed this night"
"Oh nay, Sir Dwight, for by my right
Take heed my deed comes not so light"
"Oh quite, Dark knight, you'll state your plight
Lest face Sir Dwight in fence this night"
"In fence, Sir Dwight? You test your might
To temper steel against my plight?
Then draw fair knight you'll have your fight
What you incite my blade shall smite"
"You dare make light what I incit
Childhood's End"What's making so much noise in the dryer?" April asked her sister.
May glanced up from her magazine, looking bored. "Goblins."
April grit her teeth. "May, come on! Seriously, it's time you grew up. Now that Mom and Dad are gone, it's up to me to take care of you... but I can't do this without your help!"
"What do you mean?" May asked. She tilted her head with that fantastical innocence that Mom and Dad had always found charming. But to April... it was just an annoyance.
"I mean getting your head out of the clouds! It's good for you to have an imagination, sure. But you don't use it for anything! At the very least you could write or draw,
Treats and Trickery pt 1It was that time of the year, Halloween. The day people would dress up in an assortment of costumes and walk from door to door asking for candy.
Mariotte had never actually celebrated Halloween, there had been times when she had helped set up decoration and pass out candy, but she herself had never been allowed to participate with the other children.
She carefully smoothed out the caplet her aunt had made for her. It was made of soft red cloth with little ears attached to the hood. She wore it over her new cloths, a navy blue vest with matching shorts that hung down to her knees. In he
Cat ChatAfter a satisfying stretch, the boredom-stuck feline prowled through a not-so-wide alley, where the moon shone the brightest, and climbed up the concrete wall. It strolled across the ledge until it found the perfect spot to laze in the moonlight. After judging the different possible spots that it could grace with its slumber, the cat strutted to the spot that was directly facing the moon.
"Hello there." said the moon.
"Fuck! What the hell?" replied the cat.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I keep on forgetting that it's not 'normal' to hear me speak. Did I frighten you?"
"No. No. It's not that. I'm used to inanimate objects conversing with me. Last week,
How TerrifyingHow terrifying is this thing called revenge
It is a master able to enslave you, destroy you
Once you give in, it has a hold of your everything
Your once caring heart
Your once sparkling eyes
Your once dazzling smile
Your once joyful voice
It takes hold, a tight hold
So tight it shall crush everything at once
And now you are nothing, a shell
Vengeance is all you think of
It crawls to the tips of you fingers
Takes a hold of your every muscle
You cannot break free
How high can you count?There was a six on the door. The front door of the old house. The six sat there. It had been there so long that if the six was moved, it would still be bleached onto the door. In front of the door sat a black welcome mat with the word "HELLO!" in all caps. At least, it normally said that. It was covered and only read -IEL. Covering it was a pair of red sneakers which were keeping two feet warm. Those feet belonged to Finn.
Finn was a short six year old. He could count to twenty. It was a big step in his head. A lot of things were big steps in his mind. Being a big brother was a big step. Being able to tie his shoes was going to be a big
Bloodlust: a Bloodbath excerptBloodbath: background
Recently, a worldwide broadcast was made that has put the entire world into chaos. The announcement stated that any person that manages to kill 100 of his kind will receive a reward, a prize that each person heard differently based on what was in their hearts. Unable to resist the power of those words, billions of people turned on their fellow man. Blood has been spilled everywhere, but that doesn't mean that everyone's darkness has been "appealed to."
There are those that are capable of resisting the temptation. Having a pure heart, exerting self control, experiencing an event that snaps you back to normal, or simp
Hetalia Reader Insert-Hunger Games (Ch. 4)
Silence enveloped the train as we were carried farther and farther away from District 12. Away from my friends, my family. Effie Trinket sat across from me and Peter, smiling happily at us as though we had won something-- which, by her standards, we had. Being picked as a tribute for the Hunger Games was considered a great honor among the wealthier classes; in other words, those who never had to compete.
We had been on the train for about half an hour just sitting there staring at each other in silence when Effie stood up from her seat. “I’m going to find Haymitch,” she said and turned around to leave the room, leaving me
Hetalia Reader Insert-Hunger Games (Ch. 3)
I sat on one of the couches in an old, overly decorated room the Peacekeepers left me in, fiddling with the hem of my dress. The door opened, and in stumbled Vash and Lili, the Peacekeeper outside saying tersely, “You have three minutes.”
I knelt down and instinctively took Lili into my arms. Her shoulders shook from her sobs as I lifted my head to look at Vash. He looked away instantly.
I pulled Lili away when she spoke. “Y-You have to win, _____. . . You have to win.”
I nodded slowly. “I know, sweetie. I will.”
I stood back up and looked at Vash. He looked at me with his usual neutral expression.
Hetalia Reader Insert - Hunger Games (Ch. 2)
That was all that passed through my brain at that moment. Ever since she and the others were old enough to be tributes, I had made sure they didn’t put their names in for food, whatever it took. I would even put my name in and give them the food. How could she have been picked?! Out of all those names! There must have been some mistake! There had to be!
The Peacekeepers came and took her by each arm, leading her toward the stage. Something inside me snapped, almost audible, and I darted out of the crowd and down the aisle where they were walking. “Lili!”
She turned her head as two Peacekeepers attempted to push
Hetalia Reader Insert - Hunger Games (Ch. 1)
It was the day we all had been dreading. And it was today.
Most of my friends were old enough now that they were no longer eligible for reaping-- but I was. I was eighteen years old that Reaping Day, my last year of eligibility, and three of my friends were also within the age group. Lili Zwingli was thirteen. Im Yong Soo was sixteen. And little Peter Kirkland, who I had had the absolute pleasure of caring for since he was a baby, was facing his first year of eligibility at age twelve.
My friends and I came from a considerably wealthy sector of District 12 (but still pretty bad off), I being the poorest of the group, determ
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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