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Too Late

The wind blows cold across the graves,
Of those who died in sin.
Those who died without Salvation,
Never to live again.

Never to walk the streets of gold,
Never to wear a robe or crown,
Never to soar with the angels,
For Satan has pulled them down.

Never to feel, the joy and thrill,
Of the Father's Love and Might.
Never to bask in the glorious glow,
Of God's eternal light.

Never again to know comfort,
Only pain, and misery.
Always to burn in the fires of hell,
For all eternity.

There is no hope for those poor souls,
For them, it is too late.
They will never have another chance,
To pass through Heaven's gate.

They will never have another chance,
To ask forgiveness for their sins.
For upon their death the offer,
Of Salvation did rescind.

It is sad, and tragic beyond words,
The price those souls must pay.
For they will find no mercy,
When they stand on Judgment Day.

These souls of friends and loved ones,
Who are doomed to the fires of Hell,
If they could speak directly to you,
What precious advise they would tell.

They would tell you that God is very real,
And that Jesus died for your sins,
They would tell you to drop to your knees,
And beg for redemption.

For those poor souls it is too late,
There's nothing else that they can do.
But they would tell you, if they could speak,
That it is not too late for you.

As long as you live, it is not too late,
To ask Jesus into your heart.
Once you are safe within His arms,
No power can pull you apart.

So bow your head, fold your hands,
In sincere, and humble prayer.
Commend your mortal spirit,
Into Jesus's loving care.

Accept Him now, before it's too late,
Before your time is at end.
Do not be a poor, wretched soul,
Who died within his sins.

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Anonymous
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The First Christmas

Once upon a hillside far away,
Shepherds heard the angels say,
"Christ, the Savior is born!"

So with their hearts aflame,
To Bethlehem they came,
To behold Him on that first Christmas morn!

There they found the Christ child asleep,
Surrounded by cattle and sheep.
God's gift to mankind,
Was wrapped in swaddling clothes.

Oh, why would Jesus be born just to die,
For the likes of you and I?
The answer only God in Heaven knows.

However in the Holy scriptures I find,
God had it in His mind,
To redeem the lost human race!

With our good deeds it could never be done.
God had to sacrifice His son.
Oh, what matchless and marvelous grace!

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Anonymous
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The Bible in 50 Words
God made
Adam bit
Noah arked
Abraham split
Joseph ruled
Jacob fooled
Bush talked
Moses balked
Pharaoh plagued
People walked
Sea divided
Tablets guided
Promise landed
Saul freaked
David peeked
Prophets warned
Jesus born
God walked
Love talked
Anger crucified
Hope died
Love rose
Spirit flamed
Word spread
God remained.

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Anonymous
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Power Through Prayer
No man is greater than his prayer life.
The pastor who is not praying is playing.
The people who are not praying are straying.
The church has many organizers but few agonizers;
Many players and payers but few prayers;
Many singers, few clingers;
Lots of pastors but few wrestlers;
Many fears but few tears;
Much fashion but little passion;
Many interferers, few intercessors.
The secret of praying is praying in secret.
A sinning man will stop praying and
A praying man will stop sinning.
Prayers if profoundly simple are simply profound.
The modern church set-up has the
Main goal and anxiety on money.
Yet that which tries the modern church the most
Troubled the New Testament church the least.
Our accent is on paying;
Theirs was on praying.
There is no substitute for genuine pray er.

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Anonymous
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One Tragic New Year's Eve

There in church on new years eve,

Ann’s heart was filled with joy,

For soon she would receive,

Communion with her little girl and boy!

Then all too soon,

The service came to an end,

And it was time for them to go.

So, she embraced Karen her friend,

Saying, “Be careful driving,"

"In the snow.”

Meanwhile, Steve had to have,

"Just one more beer,"

Before he left Joe’s bar.

Afterward his vision wasn’t clear,

As he staggered toward his car.

He could barely see to unlock the door,

From the bar sign’s neon light.

But once inside,

He made the engine roar,

As he disappeared into the night.

The narrow country road,

Was icy and down to one lane.

And considering how much it had snowed,

Driving was going to be a pain.

However, Steve sang a honky tonk song,

As he went on his drunken way,

Not realizing how long,

He would live to regret this day.

As Steve topped the next hill,

His hands began to shake.

For a car was in the road sitting still.

So, he stomped on the brakes.

However, his car slid from side to side.

And though he tried with all his might,

He knew the cars would collide,

On such a snowy night.

Above the terrible noise,

The smell of gas and steam,

He heard his Annie’s voice,

As she broke into a scream.

Then, everything grew so still,

As the grim reaper came,

To take his toll.

And there on that icy hill,

The angels came to collect three souls.

Steve cried, “Oh, God what have I done?”

“I’m the most miserable man alive.”

“I’ve killed my wife, daughter,

"And son.”

“Why did I ever drink and drive?”

Then, Steve fell on bended knees,

Pleading, “Help me Lord I pray.”

“Save this drunken sinner please,”

“And I’ll serve you ‘til my dying day!”

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Anonymous
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“Music on Christmas” Morning"

Music I love -- but never strain
Could kindle raptures so divine,
So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
And rouse this pensive heart of mine --
As that we hear on Christmas morn,
Upon the wintry breezes borne.

Though Darkness still her empire keep,
And hours must pass, ere morning break;
From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep,
That music kindly bids us wake:
It calls us, with an angels voice,
To wake, and worship, and rejoice;

To greet with joy the glorious morn,
Which angels welcomed long ago,
When our redeeming LORD was born,
To bring the Light of Heaven below;
The Powers of Darkness to dispel,
And rescue Earth from Death and Hell.

While listening to that sacred strain,
My raptured spirit soars on high;
I seem to hear those songs again
While listening to that sacred strain,
My raptured spirit soars on high;
I seem to hear those songs again

While listening to that sacred strain,
My raptured spirit soars on high;
I seem to hear those songs again

Resounding through the open sky,
That kindled such divine delight,
In those who watched their flocks by nigh
With them, I celebrate His birth --
Glory to God, in highest Heaven,
Good-will to men, and peace on Earth,
To us a Savior-King is given;
Our God is come to claim His own,
And Satan’s power is overthrown!

A sinless God, for sinful men,
Descends to suffer and to bleed;
Hell must renounce its empire then;
The price is paid, the world is freed,
And Satan’s self must now confess,
That Christ has earned a Right to bless:

Now holy Peace may smile from Heaven,
And heavenly Truth from earth shall spring:
The captives galling bonds are risen,
For our Redeemer is our king;
And He that gave His blood for men
Will lead us home to God again

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Anonymous
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Mary Had a Little Lamb
Mary had a little Lamb,
His fleece was white as snow.

And everywhere that Mary went,
The Lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school each day,
When it wasn't against the rules.

He made the children laugh and play
To have the Lamb at school.

Then the rules changed one day,
Against the law it became.

To bring the Lamb of God to school
Or even speak His name.

Every day got worse and worse,
And days turned into years.

Instead of hearing children laugh and play,
You heard them crying tears.

What must we do to stop the crime,
That's in our schools today?

Let the Lamb come back to school
And teach our kids to pray.

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Anonymous
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Leaders vs. Followers
When leaders make a mistake, they say, "I was wrong."
When followers make mistakes, they say, "It wasn't my fault."

A leader works harder than a follower and has more time;
A follower is always "too busy" to do what is necessary.

A leader goes through a problem;
A follower goes around it and never gets past it.

A leader makes and keeps commitments;
A follower makes and forgets promises.

A leader says, "I'm good, but not as good as I ought to be;"
A follower says, "I'm not as bad as a lot of other people."

Leaders listen;
Followers just wait until it's their turn to talk.

Leaders respect those who are superior to them and tries to learn something from them;
Followers resent those who are superior to them and try to find chinks in their armor.

Leaders feel responsible for more than their job;
Followers say, "I only work here."

A leader says, "There ought to be a better way to do this;"
Followers say, "That's the way it's always been done here."

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Anonymous
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I've Got A Secret
Psst, I've got a secret
But can't say what it's about
For silence is essential
for this nurtured dream to sprout
Psst, I've got a secret
Superstitious this may seem
But even little rain drops
have been known to drown a dream
Psst, I've got a secret
Man oh man it's something big!
I'll need my vim and vigor
while to this goal I zag and zig
Psst, Ok, you forced me
But the most I shall reveal:
I'm working on a gift for you
a gift no one can steal
So please do me this favor
And don't think this all a bluff
A veil shall soon be lifted
And you'll find out soon enough!

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Anonymous
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I Thought I Was Safe…

I had on new clothes,
New sneakers on my feet.
I was there for class on time,
Went to the back and took my seat.

Yeah, I'm moving up,
I'm already grown.
Soon I'll be graduating,
And out on my own..

I talked to some of my friends,
We were all having fun.
Said some things I shouldn't have said. Did stuff I shouldn't have done.

I knew I was different..
I felt God touch my heart,
I knew I should set a standard,
But then I'd be set apart.

Walking to the bus, I was not looking for strength.
I heard the car tires screeching,
But now it's too late.

I'm standing in this room,
And I can see the heavenly gate..
Oh no! I never prayed.
I thought I had time to get it straight!

An angel walked to me,
He had a book in his hand.
I knew it was the Book of Life, When would this dream end?

I told him my name,
And he began to look.
Then he looked at me sadly and said,
Your name is not in this book.

Angel, this is a dream,
No, I can't be dead!
He closed the book and turned away,
He whispered - You cannot
proceed ahead.

No...No this can't be real,
Angel, you can't turn me! Away.
Let me talk to God,
Maybe he'll let me stay.

He led me to the gate,
Jesus came to me.
He did not let me in but said,
Beloved what is your need?

Jesus, I cried, please,
Don't cast me away from you.
Tears ran down his face as he said,
You knew what you needed to do.

Lord, please I'm young,
I never thought I would die...
I thought I'd have plenty of time,
Death caught me by surprise.

Lord, I went to church,
Please Jesus, I believe.
He said you would not accept me,
My love you would not receive.
Lord, there were too many
hypocrites. They weren't being true.

He took a step back and asked,
What does that have to do with you?

Lord, my family claimed to be
saved, They weren't real. You know.

He said, I died for you,
Now I have to go.

I fell to my knees crying to Him,
Lord; I planned to be real tomorrow.

I couldn't make Him understand,
I had never felt such sorrow.

Then it hit me hard, I said,
Lord, where will I go?

He looked into my eyes
and said, My child you already
know.

Please Jesus, I begged,
The place is so hot.
It seemed to trouble and grieve him,
He whispered,
DEPART FROM ME, I KNOW YOU NOT.

Lord, you're supposed to be love,
How can you send me to
damnation?

He replied, With your mouth you said you loved me, But each day you rejected my salvation.

With that in an instant,
Day turned into night.

I never knew such torture could be; Now too late,
I know the Bible is right.

If I can tell you anything,
Hell has no age.
It is a place of torture,
Separated from God! And full of rage.

You know, I thought it was funny, a joke, But this one thing is true.

If you never accept Jesus Christ,
HELL IS WAITING FOR YOU!

So please, ask Him into your heart.

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Anonymous
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"If This Be All"

by Anne Bronte

God! if this indeed by all
That Life can show to me;
If on my aching brow may fall
No freshening dew from Thee,--

If with no brighter light than this
The lamp of hope may glow,
And I may only dream of bliss,
And wake to weary woe;

If friendships's solace must decay,
When other joys are gone,
And love must keep so far away,
While I go wandering on,--

Wandering and toiling without gain,
The slave of others' will,
With constant care, and frequent pain,
Despised, forgotten still;

Grieving to look on vice and sin,
Yet powerless to quell
The silent current from within,
The outward torrent's swell:
While all the good I would impart,
The feelings I would share,
Are driven backward to my heart,
And turned to wormwood, there;

If clouds must ever keep from sight
The glories of the Sun,
And I must suffer Winter's blight,
Ere Summer is begun;

If Life must be so full of care,
Then call me soon to Thee;
Or give me strength enough to bear
My load of mise ry.

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Anonymous
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"I Should Have Known"
Or, "Hell is Real"

"To him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him it is sin"
(James 4:17).
went into my classroom
Ready for another year at school.
I didn't want the work,
Just wanted to hang and be cool.

I had on new clothes,
New sneakers on my feet.
I was there for class on time
Went to the back and took my seat.

Yeah, I'm moving up.
I'm already grown.
Soon I'll be graduating
And out on my own.

I talked to some of my friends.
We were all having fun.
Said some things I shouldn't have said,
Did stuff I shouldn't have done.

I knew I was different.
I felt God TOUCH my heart.
I knew I should set a standard,
But then I'd be set apart.

Walking to the bus,
I was not looking for strength.
I heard the car tires screeching,
But now-- it's too late.

I'm standing in this room
And I can see the heavenly gate.
Oh no! I never prayed.
I thought I had time to get it straight.

An angel walked to me.
He had a Book in his hand.
I knew it was the Book of Life.
When would this dream end?

I told him my name
And he began to look.
Then he looked at me sadly and said,
"Your name is not in this Book."

"Angel, this is a dream.
No, I can't be dead!"
He closed the Book and turned away.
He whispered - "You cannot proceed ahead."

"No, no, this can't be real!
Angel, you can't turn me away.
Let me talk to God.
Maybe He'll let me stay."

He led me to the gate.
Jesus came to me.
He did not let me in, but said,
"Beloved, what is your need?"

"Jesus," I cried, "please!
Don't cast me away from you."
Tears ran down His face as He said,
"You KNEW what you needed to do."
"Lord, please, I'm young.
I never thought I would die.
I thought I'd have plenty of time.
Death caught me by surprise."

"Lord, I went to church.
Please, Jesus, I believe!"
He said, "You would not accept Me.
My love you would not receive."

"Lord, there were too many hypocrites!
THEY weren't being true."
He took a step back and asked,
"What does that have to do with you?"

"Lord, my family claimed to be saved.
They weren't real-- You know."
He said, "I died for YOU.
Now, I have to go."

I fell to my knees, crying to Him.
"Lord, I planned to be real-- tomorrow."
I couldn't make Him understand.
I had never felt such sorrow.

Then it hit me hard. I said,
"Lord, where will I go?"
He looked into my eyes and said,
"My child, you ALREADY know."

"Please, Jesus," I begged,
"The place is so hot!"
It seemed to trouble and grieve Him.
He whispered, "DEPART FROM ME, I KNOW YOU NOT."

"Lord, You're supposed to be love.
How can You send me to damnation?"
He replied, "With your mouth you SAID you loved Me,
But each day you rejected My salvation."
With that, in an instant,
Day turned into night.
I never knew such torture could be.
Now, it's too late. I always knew the Bible was right.

If I can tell you anything,
Hell has no age.
It is a place of torture,
Separated from God and full of rage.

You know, I thought it was a funny joke.
But this one thing is true--
If you never accept Jesus Christ,
HELL IS WAITING FOR YOU!

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Anonymous
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I asked the skies a question
I asked the skies a question
as my goals I did pursue
I asked what will it take of me
to make my dreams come true
I asked what skills I needed
and what talents I should hone
I asked what education
and what textbooks I should own
I asked what royal lineage
would unblock my path to fame
I asked how much inheritance
would win me world acclaim
I asked for just one secret
I could use to turn life's tide
I asked for just one clue
and then, alas! the skies replied:
Truth be told the answer's
much more plain than you could know
For all it takes to change the world's
the will to make it so!

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Anonymous
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Gold or Grief
aka It Ain't No Bargain if it's Busted!
It's not a bargain if it's busted
so the buyer must beware
'Cause any savings in the purchase
is outweighed in the repair
If after days in search of discounts
all you really save's a dime
Admit a penny saved is worthless
if you've squandered all your time
It's not real help if now you're anxious
and more worried than before
Better to pay the pro's percentage
and leave anguish at the door
For every deal extracts a value
and how you pay's for you to choose
Balance the gold or grief equation
so that you gain more than you lose !

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Anonymous
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For The Record

When I come to the end of life's race,
Having crossed o'er the finish line,
The track record I must face,
Will be mine, only mine!
I'll give an account for every idle word.
Even the intents of my heart shall be weighed!
I'll answer for the truth I have heard,
And the decisions I've made!

Being the extension of God's hands,
Did I help those in need,
Or did I have other plans,
To satisfy my own greed?
Was I faithful to visit the sick,
And those in prison too,
Or was I always quick,
To say that's the pastor's job to do?

Did I send a card or make a phone call,
When there was a vacancy on my pew?
Did I always give my all,
The way a Christian is supposed to do?
These questions I will be asked,
When I stand before God's Son,
And He will take me to task,
For anything left undone!

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Anonymous
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Don't Let Them Change You

One-fifth of man will find ways to suppress the other four
that seems to be their purpose, nothing less, and nothing more
Your mission, on the other hand, is clear beyond all doubt
Despite what men may do, don't let them change what you're about
For happy men must smile, my friend, and gifted men must give
your purpose is to be the change you want the world to live
And activists and advocates must act and raise their voice
for only by example will you give the world a choice
At times you'll think it futile and you'll want to pack it in
When good men choose do nothing is all bad men need to win
For slow it seems a brick a day is how new worlds are made
But with each act of kindness is a new foundation laid
And those of us who comment on the flaws of one man's way
must watch our words for so shall we create our world's delay
The minute that you start to say "that's just the way it is,"
you've lost hope in your world for now you've joined him there in his
The minute that they break you, friend, their side goes up by one
And you become the very thing you say you want undone
As Gandhi said, "an eye for eye leaves everyone quite blind."
Don't let them douse your spirit, fire, beauty, gifts or mind!

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Anonymous
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Dear Santa

Dear Santa, I hope you're doing fine,
as I make my Christmas list.
I wasn't going to write to you,
but my Father did insist.
I know you're such a busy man,
with so many needs to meet.
To organize Christmas the way you do,
is such an amazing feat.
I do not need a bag of toys,
or a stocking filled with fruit.
No candy canes or choo choo trains,
or a B B gun to shoot.
I do not need a Sega game,
or a puppy to lick my face.
No Barbie Dolls or basketballs,
no cars that I can race.
I do not need a rope to skip,
or a trampoline to jump.
No bike to ride or plane to glide,
or movie of Forrest Gump
I do not need a T.V. set,
or a jam box for my room.
No old cassettes or Chia pets,
no video games of Doom.
My request is but a simple one,
though strange I must admit.
For just one day, I'd love to bathe,
in the praises that you get.
My Birthday falls on Christmas Day,
but no one has a clue.
They forget my birth, upon this earth,
and all praises go to you.
I have always taken a back row seat,
as my Birthday rolls around.
As old Saint Nick, begins to click,
I keep on losing ground.
But Santa, I know it's not your fault,
that my people turn to you.
Instead of their King, your praises they sing,
so what's a Messiah to do.
So if you don't mind, Dear Santa Claus,
please give me a day of thrills.
Just one day of praise and all of the craze,
just to know how it feels.

Your Dear Friend
Jesus Christ

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Anonymous
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Christmas and Church

'Twas the week before Christmas, and the family so busy
Just watching them move would make one feel dizzy.
Wrapped packages were stacked almost over your head
Big ones and small ones, with labels that said,
"To Johnny, to Mary, to Susan and Tom,
To Billy, to Freddie, to Daddy and Mom..."
The kitchen was filled with cookies and savors,
And cakes and pies of all sizes and flavors.
The family was ready to honor Christ's birth,
And the whole house shook with holiday mirth.
Grandparents, nieces, nephews and cousins
Had arrived at the house--it seemed there were dozens.
Carols were playing on stereo loud speakers,
Grandkids, poking the gifts, were all "peekers."
How delightful to be with friends so dear,
Sad Christmas comes but once in each year.
Then someone asked, "What about church? A service tonight?
Where hymns will be sung and scriptures delight,
And we can honor this day Jesus was born?"
And the family grew quiet, withdrawn and forlorn.
None planned to go to the House of our Lord
to worship Him - the thought was deplored!.
Why, there were games to watch on the color TV,
And gifts to unwrap and neighbors to see.
There was food to digest and so much to sample;
There wasn't any time to go to God's Temple.
Why, God won't care that we haven't the time
When there's guests in our house and a chance to unwind.
So what if it's His birthday? We need this rest!
Why should we celebrate God's giving His Best?
So none of them went to church on that day
This was the time to stay home and to play.
The One Christmas honored, Who gave of Himself,
They quietly dismissed and put on the she lf.

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Anonymous
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......And Then There Were Two
We were the musketeers three,
Arnold, Charlie, and me!
We were closer than brothers in many ways!
We were "as thick as thieves" back then,
Before we cousins became men,
Way back in "the good old days!"

Each of us was a typical lad.
We weren't all that bad.
We'd just do things mischievous boys do.
We liked to have fun.
But, some of the things that were done,
I'm glad Grandpa Stitt never knew!

I recall even now,
How we would ride Grandpa's cow.
That was just one of the things we would do!
Also, we would take trips,
To get a couple of sips,
Of Grandpa's apple cider brew!

On Sunday afternoons we would slip,
Off to Johnson creek and take a dip,
Even though I wasn't supposed to go!
But, it sure was fun,
And when all was said and done,
I guess that's why I enjoyed it so!

Ah, but the years flew quickly by,
And Arnold, Charlie, and I,
Married and our ways began to part.
We all "settled down."
I moved to another town.
But, fond memories linger in my heart!

Then, Charlie passed away,
They laid him 'neath the cold Kentucky clay,
In a graveyard surrounded by our kin.
Now, there's only Arnold and me,
Of the musketeers A,B, and C.
But, in heaven I hope we three will meet again.

The requirements for Heaven are the same,
No matter our name,
Or who happens to be our kin.
To Calvary we must go,
And one dip 'neath the crimson flow,
Will wash away each and every sin!

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Anonymous
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A Shepherd Boy

My Brothers and I were tending our flocks,
on a clear and peaceful night.
When up in the sky, a star appeared,
it's brilliance strong and bright.
As we gazed upon this glorious star,
an Angel of God appeared.
And spoke these words in the glory of God;
there is nothing to be feared.
I bring good tidings, the Angel said,
good tidings filled with joy.
For on this day a child is born,
yes, a precious baby boy.
A Savior is born upon this day,
your Savior, Christ the Lord.
In the city of David, you will find,
this child to be adored.
Then our Angel was suddenly not alone,
but was joined by his Heavenly kin.
Glory to God in the highest, they sang,
peace on earth, good will to men.
Then the Angels of God were gone away,
the ones that God had sent.
Filled with excitement, we gathered our flocks,
and to Bethlehem we went.
We told everyone we passed that night,
even telling a total stranger.
Till we found Joseph and Mary, his wife,
and the Christ child in a manger.
Around the child stood three wise men,
of this we all concur.
They praised the child and gave him gifts,
of frankincense, gold and myrrh.
Then as they departed back to their lands,
Mary spoke to me so mild.
Please come closer, don't be afraid,
come close and see the child.
I knelt before the manger bed,
and in awe my silence fell.
As a feeling swept straight through my soul,
no words could ever tell.
I took the child's little, tiny hand,
and I kissed his fingertips.
And with each kiss, his precious touch,
brought praises to my lips.
The Savior child looked in my eyes,
and I knew that moment's worth.
My lips had touched, my eyes had seen,
the Savior of this earth.
We had no gifts to offer the King,
and my sadness slowly grew.
Then Joseph said, with a loving voice,
he is Heaven's gift to you.
My Brothers and I, then took our leave,
and we spread the word around.
We told everyone the things we saw,
we told everyone in town.
But no one we told believed our words,
and the witness that we bare.
They laughed at us and called us mad,
and no one seemed to care.
But we Brothers know the things we saw,
and the child we adored.
And how the Angels came to us,
proclaiming Christ the Lord.
My life will never be the same,
my heart so filled with joy.
It humbles me, that the Father God,
chose me, A Shepherd Boy.

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Anonymous
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A Bible Riddle

Adam, God made out of dust, but thought it best to make me first.
So I was made before man, to answer God's most holy plan.
A living being I became, and Adam gave to me my name.
I from his presence then withdrew, and more of Adam never new.
I did my Maker's Law obey, nor ever went from it astray.

Thousands of miles I go in fear, but seldom on earth do I appear.
For purpose wise which God did see, He put a living soul in me.
A soul from me God did claim, and took from me the soul again.
So when from me the soul had fled, I was the same as when first made.

And without hands, or feet, or soul, I travel on from pole to pole.
I labor hard by day, by night, to fallen man I give great light.
Thousands of people young and old, will by my death great light behold.
No right or wrong can I conceive, the Scripture I cannot believe,

Although my name therein is found, it is to me an empty sound.
To heaven I shall never go, nor will I go to hell below.
Now when these lines you slowly read, go search your Bible with all speed.
For that my name is written there, I honestly to you declare.

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Anonymous
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GENERATION X

A lost generation, the world has said,
our children wear a hex.
And hope is all but gone today,
for this Generation X.
Children carrying guns to school,
and killing just for kicks.
But prayer is dead, the courts have said,
as the time bomb slowly ticks.
In their pocket lays a bag of grass,
in their pipe a rock of crack.
And that alcohol binge, does their conscience singe,
that they've jumped the chosen track.
Drugs are used to soothe the pain,
and sex to feel again.
While little girls will sell themselves,
to dirty, filthy men.
Teen suicide is on the rise,
as we look the other way.
And the lifestyle they are choosing now,
is leaning toward the gay.
Kool-aid is not the drink of choice,
but now a nice cold bud.
They keep falling down, but no ones around,
to hear the awful thud.
While the internet keeps pumping porn,
into those youthful brains.
And Larry Flint, is hell bound bent,
to wear those sinful stains.
So this generation that is lost,
is lost because we're blind.
We keep looking for a miracle cure,
but dead kids are all we find.
There is a miracle lurking about,
if you'll open up your eyes.
This cure is called the Lamb of God,
who hears your children's cries.

He's waiting there with open arms,
with forgiveness and with Love.
And healing for their broken hearts,
with mercy from above.
But we parents need to wise on up,
and get back in control.
And train our children in His ways,
and claim that precious soul.
There are certain steps we now must take,
starting first with us.
We must take our savior off the shelf,
and put him on the bus.
Our children watch our every step,
so be careful where you walk.
And their little ears, like a radar hears,
so be careful how you talk.
We're examples with our very lives,
cause monkey sees and does.
If you don't teach, those kingpins reach,
and love them with a buzz.
So get your life back right with God,
be examples to your flock.
And this time build your house up strong,
on that precious Holy Rock.
And though the winds and rain will come,
you know your house will stand.
Cause as you know, a house will go,
that's built on sinking sand.
Put prayer back in our public schools,
and vote those leaders out.
And demand from Satan, all your kids,
with a Hallelujah shout.
Then pray the Blood of Jesus Christ,
on your children all the more.
Then stand aside, with that Christian glide,
and watch Jesus fight the war .

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Anonymous
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Excuses, Excuses
It's not about credentials
regulations or degrees
It's not about some board
that validates your expertise
It's not about the cash flow
or that "money's kinda tight"
It's not about your rent
or getting finances just right
It's not about you needing proof
and knowing this scheme works
It's not about your pension plan
job benefits or perks
It's not about your debts
or paying back the student loan
It's not about your age
or waiting 'til the kids are grown
And NO, it's not a time thing
so just stop THAT idle chatter
We all know people find the time
for things that really matter
So what is it that stops you?
Well, the truth is that you're scared
But rather than admit it
you just say you're unprepared
When children want they're fearless
for there's nothing they want more
But as adults choose safety
the predictable and the sure
And skill and time and money?
You know what I'll say is true:
You've known those who do more with less
who're not half as bright as you!
Yes, all you need's desire
forget all that other stuff
And simply ask one question:
"Do I want this bad enough?"

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Anonymous
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Did I Make A Difference?

Friend, when we met along life’s way,
Did I “touch” you with something I did,
Or had to say?
Did I resemble the Man of Galilee,
Or when you looked did you see only me?
Did I have pity on the poor,
And lend to the Lord,
Or did I see how much goods I could horde?
Did I guide the blind man,
Who was going astray,
Or did I wish he would hurry,
And get out of my way?
Did I stretch forth my hand,
The hungry to feed,
Or were my eyes full,
of covetness and greed?
Did I visit the sick,
In the hospital and nursing home,
Or did I leave them lying there
Forsaken, sad, and alone?
Did I visit those in prison,
With compassion in my heart,
Or was I much too busy,
The “Good News” to impart?

Did I tell them how Jesus,
Could set them free,
Or was I just involved,
With just doing things for me?
Did I stand with my Brother,
When nothing was going right,
Or did I turn my back saying,
“It’s really not my fight?”
Did my life reflect the changes made,
When Jesus came into my heart,
Or did I “mimic” the world so much,
That you couldn’t tell us apart?
Did I have a kind word to say,
To those I met,
Or was my attitude so “bland”,
That I’d be easy to forget?
Did I leave a good impression,
On those I met each day?
Lord, when my time comes to go,
Will they miss me in any way?
When I stand before the Lord,
Who will judge the quick and the dead,
I’ll be justly tried for my deeds,
And the idle words I’ve said.
So help me Lord to watch and pray,
And long for you to appear,
For I can tell by the “signs of the times”,
That Your coming is n ear!

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Anonymous
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CHRISTMAS PRAYER
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town
Not a sign of Baby Jesus was anywhere to be found.
The people were all busy with Christmas time chores.
Like decorating, and baking, and shopping in stores.

No one sang "Away in a Manger, no crib for a bed".
Instead, they sang of Santa dressed up in bright red.

Mama watched Martha Stewart, Papa drank beer from a tap.
As hour upon hour the presents they'd wrap.

When what from the TV did they suddenly hear?
'Cept an ad. which told of a big sale at Sears.

So away to the mall they all flew like a flash,
Buying things on credit...and others with cash!

And, as they made their way home from their trip to the mall,
Did they think about Jesus? Oh no...not at all.

Their lives were so busy with their Christmas time things
No time to remember Christ Jesus, the King.

There were presents to wrap and cookies to bake.
How could they stop and remember who died for their sake?

To pray to the Savior..they had no time to stop.
Because they needed more time to "Shop till they dropped!"

On Wal-Mart, On K-mart, On Target, On Penney’s!
On Hallmark, On Zales! A quick lunch at Denny's.

From the big stores downtown to the stores at the mall.
They would dash away, dash away, and visit them all.

And up on the roof there arose such a clatter
As grandpa hung icicle lights up on his new ladder.

He hung lights that would flash...he hung lights that would twirl.
Yet, he never once prayed to Jesus...Light of the World.

Christ's eyes...how they twinkle!
Christ's spirit...how merry!
Christ's love...how enormous!
All our burdens He'll carry!

So instead of being busy, overworked and uptight.
Let's put Christ back in Christmas and enjoy some good nights!

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Anonymous
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Bible Bill

Most folks called him, "Ol' Bible Bill."
He lived in a shanty on top of a hill,
Overlooking the bustling town below.
Each morning you could find him,
On the village square,
Interacting with the people,
Who had gathered there.
Bill was a feller who was easy to get to know!

However folks didn't quite understand,
Why he always carried a Bible in his hand.
They figured "he was a few bricks,"
"Short of a load!"
Bill was anything but shy.
He'd look them right square in the eye,
And say, "Sinner you're on the wrong road."
Then he would continue to say,
"Jesus Christ is the Way,"
"The Truth and the Light!"
"If you're tired of that load of sin you bear,"
Just call out to Him in earnest prayer!"
"Then everything that's wrong will be right!"

People in general would pass on by,
Without giving a reply.
But, the gospel seed was planted anyway!
Bill had stood on this street corner for years,
Witnessing to folks and shedding tears,
Trying to get them to think about Judgment Day.

Bill and Sadie, his wife,
Had a rewarding life,
Though they weren't rich "by a country mile."
"The Lord has brought us a mighty long way,"
"To where we are today,"
Bill would say with a big old smile!

One morning it was ten below.
Yet Bill went walking through the snow,
On the way to his favorite place.
Snowflakes kept falling down,
And as he came to the outskirts of town,
Bill prayed, "Lord, please grant me grace."

He couldn't see for the blinding snow,
And though he heard the train whistle blow,
The sound came much too late.
When Bill left his Sadie that morning,
There was definitely no warning,
That this would be his tragic fate.

Sadie buried her precious Bill,
In the little cemetery on top of the hill,
Overlooking the town he loved so.
Now, each day she stands on the village square,
Witnessing to folks who have gathered there,
While Bill smiles down to earth below!

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Anonymous
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And God Said No
I asked God to take away my pride,
And God said, "No."
He said it was not for Him to take away,
But for me to give up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole,
And God said, "No."
He said her spirit is,
While her body is only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience,
And God said, "No."
He said patience is a by-product of tribulation.
It isn't granted, it is earned.

I asked God to give me happiness,
And God said, "No."
He said He gives blessings,
Happiness is up to me.

I asked God to spare me pain,
And God said, "No."
He said, "Suffering draws you apart from
Worldly cares and brings you closer to Me."

I asked God to make my spirit grow,
And God said, "No."
He said I must grow on my own,
But He will prune me to make it fruitful.

I asked God if He loved me,
and God said, "Yes."
He gave me His only Son, who died for me.
And I will be in Heaven someday
Because....I believe.

I asked God to help me love others
As much as He loves me,
And God said,
"Ah finally, you have the idea."

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Anonymous
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A Man Named Jesus
There was a man named Jesus
(really the Son of God),
One day He’ll rule on His New Earth,
With crown & robe & rod.

He was laid in a manger of hay,
for there was no room in the inn that day.
He was born to save us from our sin,
Won’t you open your heart’s door,
and let him come in?

At twelve, He went to the temple to preach,
the Word of the Lord, the Jews to teach.
At thirty years old, His ministry began,
preaching the Kingdom of Heaven to man.

At thirty-three, all hell broke loose,
His death was soon to come,
The grave held him for just three days,
Their Messiah, God’s own Son.

He was beaten and berated,
And then denied thrice;
The Messiah, the Savior,
God’s perfect sacrifice.

He’ll come again to take us Home,
where we can live with Him,
Forever more, we’ll want for naught,
and the Light will never dim.

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Anonymous
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57 CENTS

A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was "too crowded."
"I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.
Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus
Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.
As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.
Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: "This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School."
For two years she had saved for this offering of love.
When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion
He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building. But the story does not end there...
A newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands. When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.
Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.
Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000.00--a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.
When you are in the city of Philadelphia, look up Temple Baptist Church, with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit Temple University, where thousands of students are educated.
Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time.
In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, "Acres of Diamonds".
This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.
Do not break this, please. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of reward. (This is true)

May today there be peace within.
May you trust your highest power that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into our bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing and dance. It is there for each and every one of you

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Anonymous
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the cat box deactivation cylinder exploded like a raving lunatic at a world class bitching contest
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Anonymous
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you can lead the catbox whore to water but you cant make her warsh
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I love my wife
she shaved her shit
I dont know why
but I still dig it
hell yeah your everything
I mean everything I ever EVER wanted
and I got eleven more biotches all looks the same
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Seizure Chords
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I swear to god I'm in love
theres nothing better up above
sweet Bertha Sweet Bertha
where in the dog you been
Sweet Bertha Sweet Bertha
I can still see them
Sweet Bertha riding off into the sunset
in that thar Air conditioned John Deere tractor
into the sunset wearing those blue overalls
the sun blinding me
Sweet Bertha Sweet Bertha
I promise You everything
what I would do for You I cant say
I'm rewriting all my lines
I cant get You outta my mind
I love You no matter what you say
I love yOU NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY
Sweet Bertha You means everything
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Johnny Hollywood and the Cat Box blues band
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heRES THE RYTHM I STILL CANT SPELL SAVEING TIME FOR THE MEAN TIME QUICK ROUGH DRAFT. ARCHITECT STRUCTURE TO CONSTRUCT ITS CONDUCT NOT JUST A FUCK CONSTRUCTION WORKER COME BACK YOU LEFT SAW LEAVEING COME BACK AFTER TWO YEARS 0F CRYING TEARS THE MIRRORS SCISSORS SORROWS ASK UNMASKED HERE I AM

fUCK THEN NOTHING NOTHINGNESS. a SNAKE COULDNT HISS WHEN THE MONGROW CAME OUT THE BARROW. pUSSY SHIT WEAKNESS HURTING THIS. bACK AT THIS SIZZLEING BLAST. tHIRST CURSED EVERY SECOND DIEING FOR ME. FOR THE BLACK RED BLUE WHITE EYES THAT SEE.
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hERES MY KNIFE MY LIFE MY GUN THE ONE THE FUN. THE ARTILERY ARMORY UTILITY VITALITY UNGUITLY SWORD UBSERD COMMON LAW OF WHAT YOU HERED.

aS I DIE SLOWLY THE LOVE LOST LOSEING COULDNT UP HOLD UPLIFT. tHE GIFT TO DRUG AND SNIFF THE SWIFF EDGES CLIFF AND IF TWO STEPS OVER DOES HE GO GONE LIKE THE MOVIE GONE WITH THE WIND. NO KNOWING THE SIN THE WOLF NOT SHEDDED CUT SHEEP WAS A JEW GLUED STUCK CRAZY GLUE FUCK A FOOL i RATHER A DANCE LAP A STOOL THEN THE RICHEST OF WOOL. nO MINKS NO SKIRTS NO SHIRTS WIRED SPITTING FIRE FIRED REJECTED UN PROTECTED HECTED TOLD KNOWN THE ANONYMOUS UNFAMOUS.
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Anonymous
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ok keek nerd iq. and a enigma not stigmata, stop that shit what is it this hip hop.

Genus number one. O zero not hero the pharrow the narrow the hero the shit the inhaleing shit of goodness.

Ok physcologically speaking. The time wreaking. The mind in process. Its as if i need a specific in pacific time to chil sit in it. Feel it unrevealed I dont know how to spell right now. But as im stoned retarted you farted bombarded. Marked komokasi your hoppy sloppy me fitly dirth. Thirty fourty fifty swiftly quickly unlucky like a turtle duck pluck me duck its you me. I said nothing, I saw the devil. Dial the ring no ding ding. Nine one one help cant move motionless same oh same oh. 0ver this hoe. Nah no I didnt say blow I said no.\

Check me out i Just leave i go Lost i dont know go going with the flow. The glow beauty white as snow . BLizzard cold no no where forever old. The odds the clouds no applause. A pause the laws similar as the outlawz. Dirty draws dirty paws. Nasty with mind. Easy to find vip access chilling. The mocking bird to kill a mocking bird. A title this book untiled.

Whats the difference between the nights evening. The days cold ness the oldness not boldness. Who told this who hold this not a one to trust to no someone. NOt this here dumb one. They told one. Told one what and what so what done not done what not. Genesis that shit to fast to hot. KIck back your at the spot . Got fucked up and what not shot up. Got up bought up and down.

Come on the world is safe. THe seven nation has and has an army. World peace dont try me. NOt a spy as i die goodbye.//

I dont know I wasnt ready you pulled a again and again voodoo. Me no do. I dont know who cares anymore. Dmx never die alone Janet had it bad And albert went bad. Thats all i had. >>>L:;jd;lm,m.......
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fuck at that skinny so fat.......
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im growing strong
and getting better
soon it will be over
ive give you all i can
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Anonymous
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nasty catbox humoungafuck
lardass melon rot
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Anonymous
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slobass catbox bitch
snatchasourass
bufflo pits
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Anonymous
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cat box hiaku of the catbox week
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Anonymous
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cat box fat fucking bitch
needs to eat
grease cat tard turds
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Anonymous
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catbox face like a dogs ass
catbox do the cat box dance
catbox bitch ate up with aids
catbox heffer babe
cat box cat box cat box heffer babe i am to much in love you are the catbox in my eye yeppers
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catbox lardass mental problem
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Anonymous
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catbox lard ass full full is this catbox diablo ho grande biggie size
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Anonymous
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the cat box heffer wants to be with me
oh gosh oh gee i am so censorfucking lucky
heffer heffer whale weighing in from hell
shure looks swell

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Anonymous
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Why am I surprized that they are surprized at something that really we all should not be surprized at ?
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Anonymous
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my mind has been taken over by an extreme case of paranoia

Why I am surprized that they are surprized at something that really we all should not be surprized at

My body has recently filled up with contempt for the world and the only good thing is that I have her to
keep me grounded during this time when I am full

I have no room in my heart for love because hate has already moved in and used up all my heart's space

my eyes hold the key to my soul and so I am told there is a car in the parking lot and all it needs is the key that I am holding in my eyes

swimming in a sea of pawn scum ~ hmmmm yummie!

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Anonymous
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we are only humans so really what do we know
from our short term tests that we perform until
we think it is time to give up because there seems
to be no cause for concern at the present moment but wait I say until we all begin to get sick and die from
all the products we produce in our enterprize-like or capitalistic-like societies...just wait to see if help greets you promptly or if you are left to suffer because our supposed all-so-caring Government decides to fumble in the face of a natural disaster instead of facing it whatever it may be head on...just wait
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Anonymous
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garbage dumps

aa batteries and all kinds of the alike
buried deep into the ground and when they
meet up with the other chemicals lying deep
together they mix to make themselves toxic
and further into the ground they do seep
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Anonymous
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Aliens whereever you are, please come and save us here on earth now before it is too late for us...God please have mercy on humans
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Anonymous
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people are without or dying or missing and all you can be worried about is whether or not you are following the "proper" p rotocal???
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Anonymous
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people are without or dying or missing and all you can be worried about is whether or not you are following the "proper" protocal???
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Anonymous
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the world has gone mad
and everyone knows it
because everyone is the
reason why the world is
falling apart

"it is not until the last tree has been cut, the last fish has been caught, and all the water is poisoned that humans will realize that money cannot be eaten" ~ cree saying
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Anonymous
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joblessness
polution
homelessness starvation
v unerable
doubt
shame
blame
guilt
sadness
upset
angr y
confused
devastated
degrated
humiliated

Hurrican Katrina and FEMA
were out to do the same thing
which was to destroy and to make stronger
those who did not perish from its force and lack of force and of course Hurricane Katrina did not do this on purpose unlike FEMA who did because of who the people were that were involved in this American Trag edy

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Anonymous
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Anonymous
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the seven fattest nasty bitch of the cat box was always half full unlike the cat box
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Anonymous
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the nicest whore of the cat box was ripe for milking said the lord of the cat box
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Anonymous
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how can i adfford the most expensive whore of the cat box asked the bastard box car jesus as he embezelled a heffer or two
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Anonymous
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the world ended for the mishedgenated lesbion when the plaid shirt her bull dyke of the cat box milked the dog then the heffer
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Anonymous
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the fifteenth fat bitch of the cat box run off with a nigger on the day of the lord
whos going to milk this fat slob
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Anonymous
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the sickest nastiest whore of the cat box smelled like a urine stench in the devils name I dont think about any other in my dream said the lord of the cat box except my fiancee but i wish you looked like lee anne ryhymes he thought about hellen hunt baby it was a vicous circle she was helen hunt she was lee anne ryhymes and she was second of all the womenfolk on the island only second to my fiancee only second to the past only seconds away from telling me to fuck off

the cat box revelations
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Anonymous
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the herion whore of the cat box was my valentine
before she went to prison said box car jesus as if there was nothing he could do
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Anonymous
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the nastiest whore of the cat box waited her turn to be milked
jesus christ done my crackwhore so i think shes cheating on me
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Anonymous
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garbage dumps

aa batteries and all kinds of the alike
buried deep into the ground and when they
meet up with the other chemicals lying deep
together they mix to make themselves toxic
and further into the ground they do seep
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Anonymous
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Aliens whereever you are, please come and save us here on earth now before it is too late for us...God please have mercy on humans
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Anonymous
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people are without or dying or missing and all you can be worried about is whether or not you are following the "proper" protocal???
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Anonymous
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the world has gone mad
and everyone knows it
because everyone is the
reason why the world is
falling apart

"it is not until the last tree has been cut, the last fish has been caught, and all the water is poisoned that humans will realize that money cannot be eaten" ~ cree saying
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Anonymous
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joblessness
polution
homelessness starvation
vunerable
doubt
shame
blame
guilt
sadness
upset
angr y
confused
devastated
degrated
humiliated

Hurrican Katrina and FEMA
were out to do the same thing
which was to destroy and to make stronger
those who did not perish from its force and lack of force and of course Hurricane Katrina did not do this on purpose unlike FEMA who did because of who the people were that were involved in this American Trag edy

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Anonymous
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the fallen arrow of the cat box shall redeem itself upon the stones cast into the first cat box
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Anonymous
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the second whore of the cat box will have the spoiled milk and rusthole scurvy rooted in the cat box scurvy catagory
the fifth whore of the cat boxes breast plates were those of the misquito bites and herpes sores unto the cat box
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Anonymous
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begone this whore of the cat box begone and renounce the generic brand of kitty litter inside the great holy walls of the cat box hand me my cat box slut you peasant move your cat box 90 degrees to the left I ask only for the three breasted budda I call only the catbox pidgeon to the stand unto the false witness there is an obease reason to fordge this cat box filler the wine hath turned sour the whore of the cat box shall click her heels together for a dollar
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Anonymous
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the thirtheenth fat slob of the cat box shall eat hearty and answer only with her mouth full
as full as the river that flows unto thou cat box has thou a sanitary napkin for the ninth whore of the cat box has thou a bible with a dead flower in it for this boxcar jesusfuck?
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Anonymous
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the seven shits inside the catbox where those from the catbox heavens open the catbox gate repent unto the fine whore of the catbox repent unto the clusterfuck of boxcar jesus
with a thorn in my whores eyes with a stoodge for a false god inside the silver lining of all other catboxes before the third whore of the catbox
has not this whore milk has not here milk the coca leaf has not this whores pineapple been pruned have you no couth

my cat box whore is of the heavens the first guitar player hath sayeth my whore is mine
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Anonymous
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the catbox dance begat the whore of the catbox unto the first lord of the catbox only
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Anonymous
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the eleventh lord of the catbox sounded his trumpet unto the snakes in the garden of spoiled milk
this is my catbox the tweleth lord of the catbox sounded ,this is my flush brush
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Anonymous
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AND THE LORD OF THE CAT BOX hath sayeth there is only one super fine happiness of the cat box thou shalt not pornicate without the sweetest bertha of the catbox heavens and her lost catbox hell boundries will produce the milk of the cat box unto the flood upon the flushings
st. bertha is thou only cat box enhancer
the one and only cat box dancer and prancer
thoust caT box soup will runneth the cup over there is no cat box without sweet berthas triple sized cat box ass
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Anonymous
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"Behold, the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!" (John 1:29); "Who gave Himself as a ransom for all" (1 Tim. 2:6); "For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation to all men" (Titus 2:11); "He might taste death for every one" (Heb. 2:9);"The Lord is...not wishing for any to perish but for all to come to repentance" (2 Pet. 3:9); and He Himself is the propitiation for our sins; and not for ours only, but also for those of the whole world" (1 John 2:2).
There is a necessary order in a man's salvation; he must first believe that Christ died for him before he can appropriate the benefits of his death to himself. Although Christ died for all in the sense of reconciling God to the world, not all are saved, because their actual salvation is conditional on their being reconciled to God (2 Cor. 5:18-20)
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Anonymous
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"The is you fucking drunk,sweet bertha blues in the key of E" Written by Johnny Guitar Abuser Hollywood

E
Sweet berthas air conditioned john deere tractor has a bumper sticker on the back of it that says earl is in the trunk
A
Sweet berthas air conditioned john deere tractor has a bumper sticker on the back of it that says earl is in the trunk
E

B
aint no trunk on that thar tractor sweet bertha
is you fucking drunk? A7
and who the dog is earl anyway
E7
You gosh darn floozie.
B7

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hows it going?
I want everyone to get serious now for a minute and think about what your going to get me for my wedding present and dont be no fucking jew ass bitch about it. its time to dig deep into your piggy banks so we can get this celebration un derway.
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"Them Ol' Sweet Berthas done run off with a Negro agin Blues" Written By Johnny F.N. Hollywood

I woke up this mornin and discarded sweet bertha into the pile

woke up this mornin
discraded sweet bertha and her three asses into the pile

aint gonna marry up to her
she done run off with a negro

I woke up this mornin and discarded sweet bertha into the pile

woke up this mornin
discraded sweet bertha and her three asses into the pile

I aint about to waste another dime on reserving the preacher,anyway that fags a pedifile

gimmie some guitar

Sweet Bertha Sweet Bertha
whose kids is these?
Sweet Bertha Sweet Bertha
whose kids is these
think Yo nizzle better get a job
so them niglets can eat.

Sweet Bertha Sweet Bertha
yourn overalls gots a stain
Sweet Bertha Sweet Bertha
looks like You soiled them agin
aint nobody slopped the hogs
and thursday its going to rain

I woke up this mornin
and discarded sweet bertha into the pile

woke up this mornin
discraded sweet bertha and her three asses into the pile

aint gonna marry up to her
she done run off with a negro
fer a while
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Johnny Hollywood and the Cat Box blues band
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Johnny Hollywood spent the time he waited for his shoes to dry searching the shitternet for a coffee pot to cat box conversion kit so that the cat box would have a drain to nowhere but he did find the tablature to "twist and shout" lucky for him because he really loved to watch sweet bertha do the twist.
so he played the nirvana cd all afternoon come on over do the twist come on over do the twist over and over.
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"Sir Edward Lowe has influnced many inventors and many ideals all over the world, why take for instance the coffee pot with an overflow drain in the bottom, yes a drain that doesnt go anywhere,now why couldnt the cat box do the same thing? this is ingenius.
a drain to nowhere outstanding it kinda reminds you of an Ozzy song,road to nowhere,I shure hope that ideals patented," Johnny Hollywood told a very drunken Sweet Bertha almost a minute before she vomited in his shoes.
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your a mental patient
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Anonymous
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in the contract it should also state that in fifty years if you start bitching like my mother I reserve the right not to buy you the shoes but your feets are so beautiful whos going to notice?
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Anonymous
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in the contract where it states that I will work it should also mentioned that we might live our lives on we lfare
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Anonymous
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in the contract where it mentions your ass it should state the fact that there is no other ass that could ever enter that contest thus making your ass an ass of gold
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Anonymous
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in the contract before the shoes it should state that I am entitled to first and only sniffing rights where as no others shall sniff where I have sniffed before or after that in which I have sniffed
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the james dean of the unplumbed cat box
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in the contract where I leave it in you for a week I would like to leave the option open to make it a week and a half maybe three weeks if weather permiting
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catsburger hollywood
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In the contract before them shoes and after the cable bill it should state that any niglet abortions before or after the premeditated breeding of my five new improved offsprings should not interfer with the funding of the aforementioned niglet abortions whether preserved or flushed.
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since sweet bertha left me i found a new catbox that smells
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And now with out further to do...... ......

HHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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And now with put further to do...... ......

HHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Anonymous
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Me not care whats ya think....Me not think whats ya care ta smell....Youza must bes the weakest link....soz crawl a backs into zya shell!!!
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DD
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Note to Johnny Hollywood,

Me thinks ya breath smelleth of cat shit....and so does the fucking shit you po st!
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Anonymous
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Welcome to the Other Side

You've toiled to build their dreams
but now you've bid that world farewell
The pen's now in your hands
to write the story you will tell
So write it with conviction
for it's more than just your tale
You'll offer hope to those
who dare to dream but fear to fail
You've managed half the struggle
for it's hardest just to start
And now the fun begins
the test of mettle, soul and heart
You'll weather storms and struggle
navigate the great unknown
Fly by faith like those before
but rest assured you're not alone
You've got my full support
I'll think of you and swell with pride
I always knew you had it in you
Welcome to the other side!

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Anonymous
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upon her throne in gold it read "the first whore of the catbox"
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Anonymous
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theys mishedgenated

sweet bertha was a corn fed woman Johnny Hollywood tpld us
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Anonymous
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and the fate of the 5th whore of the cat box carried on to the 7th whore of the cat box
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Anonymous
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summertime blues
All I want baby is to do a line on your ass
All I want baby is to do a line off of your hot ass
and then I wanna get a job to pay your cable bill and buy you shoes and get you stoned and marry you and leave it in you for a week and have five chilens wit you

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Johnny Hollywood and the Cat Box blues band
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I shoulda done quit your catbox game seven crackwhores ago

I shoulda done quit your cat box game seven crackwhores ago

but its your lies
that makes the pool of puke in which my little heart floats

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Johnny Hollywood and the Cat Box blues band
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the magic crackwhore done went to the lock up
whoooaaaa that magic crackwhore went to the lock up
the magic crackwhore went to the lock up
and shes gonna be cheating on me

the magic crackwhore went to the lock up
the magic crackwhore went to the lock up
that magic crackwhore went to the lock up
wheres shes gonna be seeing someone else I believe

theres gonna be a big ol bulldyke
checking the crackwhores cat box instead of me

theres gonna be a big ol bulldyke
checking the crackwhores cat box instead of me

theres gonna be a big ol bulldyke
checking the crackwhores cat box instead of me
shes gonna be washing that bulldykes socks
and watching color tv

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Johnny Hollywood and the Cat Box blues band
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cross threaded lesbian mafia union leader
is big and fat and nasty and has a curly tail
cross threaded lesbian mafia union leader
used to play for greenbay
shoulder pad implants from the finest hospital in these here parts at the moon she barks
she stole the best red head around

cross threaded lesbian mafia union leader union leader
is big and fat and nasty and she was born in hell
cross threaded lesbian mafia union leader
suma wrastler lumber jack

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johnny 2 chords
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Who here can wright?....Who can wright right?....who can do to me what...Who I ask...Who?....Who knows the truth?....Who can share the fallen sp arrow?...Who?
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Anonymous
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Judgment Day

Death and destruction now covet the land
Satan has appeared who has taken a stand
Leaders are falling from both near and far
With many great losses from nuclear war
Crops are failing - famine is on rise
Satan is leading and telling more lies
All from the start he’s been setting the stage
As panic grows widespread from evil and rage
Oceans that boil – the earth is on fire
So many are dying from what Satan conspires
Quakes, winds, blizzards, and rains
So much is now gone with many lives claimed
Red turns the moon and black turns the sun
Rocks fall to earth with no where to run
Bodies lie rotting, all taken by plague
And those once with so much, today they all beg
Computers are crashing – Wall Street is no more
Things will not be as they once were before
There will be no escape – there is no where to hide
Causing numbers to rise from mass suicide
The dead have now risen, those Satan enlists
To continue a war where so little exists
But a star will appear for the birth of a child
Who will send the wicked and Satan back into exile
Such praise will be given his glorious birth
By those who remain – the meek of the earth
He will teach us to love and remove all the hate
And the world will be humbled but have a fresh slate
All souls will be judged and none will be missed
The evil will perish but the good will find bliss
The faithful of earth will continue to stay
To bring glory and honor all in the Lord’s way
All this that I write it has been foretold
It was so long ago upon pages of old
As a choir of Angels now sing a new song
We’ll discover the Bible had been right all along

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Anonymous
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GENERATION X

A lost generation, the world has said,
our children wear a hex.
And hope is all but gone today,
for this Generation X.
Children carrying guns to school,
and killing just for kicks.
But prayer is dead, the courts have said,
as the time bomb slowly ticks.
In their pocket lays a bag of grass,
in their pipe a rock of crack.
And that alcohol binge, does their conscience singe,
that they've jumped the chosen track.
Drugs are used to soothe the pain,
and sex to feel again.
While little girls will sell themselves,
to dirty, filthy men.
Teen suicide is on the rise,
as we look the other way.
And the lifestyle they are choosing now,
is leaning toward the gay.
Kool-aid is not the drink of choice,
but now a nice cold bud.
They keep falling down, but no ones around,
to hear the awful thud.
While the internet keeps pumping porn,
into those youthful brains.
And Larry Flint, is hell bound bent,
to wear those sinful stains.
So this generation that is lost,
is lost because we're blind.
We keep looking for a miracle cure,
but dead kids are all we find.
There is a miracle lurking about,
if you'll open up your eyes.
This cure is called the Lamb of God,
who hears your children's cries.
He's waiting there with open arms,
with forgiveness and with Love.
And healing for their broken hearts,
with mercy from above.
But we parents need to wise on up,
and get back in control.
And train our children in His ways,
and claim that precious soul.
There are certain steps we now must take,
starting first with us.
We must take our savior off the shelf,
and put him on the bus.
Our children watch our every step,
so be careful where you walk.
And their little ears, like a radar hears,
so be careful how you talk.
We're examples with our very lives,
cause monkey sees and does.
If you don't teach, those kingpins reach,
and love them with a buzz.
So get your life back right with God,
be examples to your flock.
And this time build your house up strong,
on that precious Holy Rock.
And though the winds and rain will come,
you know your house will stand.
Cause as you know, a house will go,
that's built on sinking sand.
Put prayer back in our public schools,
and vote those leaders out.
And demand from Satan, all your kids,
with a Hallelujah shout.
Then pray the Blood of Jesus Christ,
on your children all the more.
Then stand aside, with that Christian glide,
and watch Jesus fight the war.

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Anonymous
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The crAckwhores in the jail house now

The sweetest crackwhore I ever did see
her cat box is in the lock up

The sweetest crack whore I ever did You see
Her catbox is in the lock up

but on the books wont be none of my money
because I done found a better honey

Yeah the sweetest crackwhore I ever did seize
her catbox baby yea whoooaaaa
her catbox a go go yo
talking bout my crackwhores cat box
talking bout her cat box
talking bout her catbox will drive you crazy
with some of that trav flavoring
I said her cat box
AND i LOVE THAT OL' CRACKWHORE a whore a whore
and I dont mean maybe
but her magic cat box is in the po kee

with a big ol' bulldyke keeping it clean
but I done found mew a better dream
whoa yeah

The sweetest crack whore that ever stole my litttle shit stain of a heart
wont have my abortion

The magic-est crackwhore to mean anything to me
her cat box is in the lock up

and You know I dont care
cause theres a big fat nasty bitch over there
and sweet bertha is my soul mate
hoping shes waiting for me at heavens gate
but I wont be there
cause I'm gonna run off with the hottest little honey and get married somewhere
so You can fuck off if You know me
and You can Fuck off if You dont
and You can fuck off if You owe me
Im not waiting for you or her or your sisters yeast infectcion and I never think about you anymore when I vote

The sweetest crackwhore I ever did see
her catbox is in the lock up
its the saddest thing I ever believed
but I remember her doing me wrong and right all at the same time
well actully it was sorta like she was moving the nut shells across the chess board and you was trying to guess which nutshell the pea was under and I was wooing her proper in the first degree
but none of that catbox game
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shut the fuck up
hmmmmmmmmmm....... ......
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Anonymous
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like i give a lunch
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Anonymous
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mouth disease
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Anonymous
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the hip - new orleans is sinking
led zepplin - when the levy breaks

hmmmmm???
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Anonymous
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you will never be
as free as he nor
will you have me.
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Anonymous
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make me a spirit
during dream time

I fly like the bee
but I am a flee
and with my wings
I ride the top of this dog
disguised as me
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Anonymous
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history has arrived
so now is not the
time to pull its plug
resell me something
that previously I was
getting for free
take away from me
my ramien noodle
but not my Anne
Medina nor my
katrina or my tv

I want to channel
with you as soon as
possible so what does
your schedule look like
at the time when you are
woken up after september ends?

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Anonymous
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Looting would be the last thing on my mind
and the first things would be making sure
my family, friends, and I were breathing,
okay, and alive. Some people turn into
humanitarians while other people begin to
show their true colours as opportunists.

Noah's ark is coming and so is the son
and when that time does come I will be
one of the ones saved from his bath like wrath

There will be no mercy for those who chose
to ignore all the disaster from the water
which rose and then flowed

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Anonymous
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the Traveling Travis Breakfast Brunch was back
for a limited time only

Anthony stold the show
and taught me how to
depart from myself and all the wicked guilty slime
I should be feeling
that a certain stuffed animal snack
would slide down into the depths
just the same
to cuddle for a while

On the mood and all the pertinent information
regarding the dissolusionment of
my current state
including nasty weather, dirty laundry, and bad TV dinner selections
were all present for the picking

You have allowed me to to choose any dishwasher I desire
and feel free to be loving the alleys, muck, vermin, and monsters
that all reside inside you

it is to my choosing
you have always been my #1 pick
as my heart cracks

as my heart cr acks
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I'd come back as e.e. cummings
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He is good...He is our righteousness

The sounds of joy and gladness, the voices of bride and bridegroom, and the voices of those who bring thank offerings to the house of the LORD, saying,

"Give thanks to the LORD Almighty,
for the LORD is good;
his love endures forever."
For I will restore the fortunes of the land as they were before,' says the LORD.

"This is what the LORD Almighty says: 'In this place, desolate and without men or animalsin all its towns there will again be pastures for shepherds to rest their flocks. 13 In the towns of the hill country, of the western foothills and of the Negev, in the territory of Benjamin, in the villages around Jerusalem and in the towns of Judah, flocks will again pass under the hand of the one who counts them,' says the LORD.

" 'The days are coming,' declares the LORD, 'when I will fulfill the gracious promise I made to the house of Israel and to the house of Judah.

" 'In those days and at that time
I will make a righteous Branch
sprout from David's line;
he will do what is just and right in the land.

In those days Judah will be saved
and Jerusalem will live in safety.
This is the name by which it will be called:
The LORD Our Righteousness.'

Jeremiah 33:11-16 NIV
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Johnny Hollywood and sweet bertha rowed the raft down the missippi river in the moon light. Nigger Jim was resting up so as he could try to teach thems some readin and writin in the morning light.
Sweet Bertha bit Johnny hollywoods on the leg and later that day boxcar jesus and the lord of the cat box had to carry Johnny Hollywood into the bar for a pitcher of watermelons Johnny Hollywood took the mixing cup and the bartender made him pay for it before he went to the hardware store and bought a can of sweet berthas whoop ass hot sauce
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Johnny Hollywood and the fifth lord of the cat box
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"The Seventh Whore of The aforementioned Cat Box blues"{in E}

The seventh whore of the Cat Box had some kinda cat box disease
The seventh whore of the cat box had some kinda cat box disease
it made my money hand itch
it made my dog start to sneeze and bleed

roll over now
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Written by Johnny Francis Nicolas Hollywood
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with the mark of the beast on her plate she was the devil in Johnny Hollywoods garden of dreams
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Anonymous
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with her nose in the air she was like an angel in the crossroads
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Anonymous
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Johnny Hollywood became poetic for the most part, he was the most poetic in all the island, with songs about the crackwhore, dcfs, welfare recieptants, crooked cops, fat biotches that didnt care about shopping,bleach blondes ,no ass anerexics and his undying love for muff muff.
it was no surprise when he voted himself the poet surprise winner again in the midst of a big batch of losers and he could out lose them too but this was not enough.
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the cat box stalker had her tribute to the 69 boys in her colombo haze
she put her hand on her hip and then the bitch did dip Johnny Hollywood could not believe his eyes
why he asked the mishedgeination he could not see the forest for berthas great big ass but if there was a god in the sky today Johnny Hollywood could remember doin the ho in the wintertime
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Anonymous
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And upon the seventh whore of the catbox fell the ninth whore of the catbox list of needs
the shopping spree for boxcar jesus would now be sanitary napkins and a bushel of kitty l itter
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Anonymous
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God Said No

I asked God to take away my habit.
God said, No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No.
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary

I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is learned.

I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No
I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and
brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own! , but I will prune you to make you fruitful.

I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No.
I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.

I asked God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said...Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.

THIS DAY IS YOURS DON'T THROW IT AWAY
May God Bless You,

"To the world you might be one person, but to one person you just might be the world"

"May the Lord Bless you and keep you,
May the Lord Make his face shine upon you,
and give you Peace.....Forever"

"Good friends are like stars...You don't always see them, but you know they are always there!!!

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Anonymous
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hhhhmmmmmmmm...............
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Anonymous
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442 N. Cedar Lake Road
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Anonymous
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Just an electronic thought.......
Ever notice how "commom" Victoria Gotti is?
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Anonymous
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57 CENTS

A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was "too crowded."
"I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.
Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus
Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.
As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.
Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: "This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School."
For two years she had saved for this offering of love.
When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion
He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building. But the story does not end there...
A newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands. When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.
Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.
Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000.00--a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.
When you are in the city of Philadelphia, look up Temple Baptist Church, with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit Temple University, where thousands of students are educated.
Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time.
In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, "Acres of Diamonds".
This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.

Do not break this, please. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of reward. (This is true)

May today there be peace within.
May you trust your highest power that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into our bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing and dance. It is there for each and every one of you

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Anonymous
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I remember me and sweet Berthas wedding day she done chewed up her wedding shoes all over the living room carpet and we had to call the whole thing off
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Johnny Hollywoods
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the vericose veins on the cab drivers chest spells out I love You
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Johnny Hollywoods
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some of the other _______ were making fun of sweet bertha saying she aint been to no culinary arts school but she one heck of a cook
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Johnny Hollywoods
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damn straight sweet berthas the finest of the womenfolk in 2 outta 3 trailer parks in the greater round lake area
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Johnny Hollywoods
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Sweet Bertha run off with a messhedginated man she met on the citzen band radio and caught a bad case of holitossis shes ate up with it
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Johnny Hollywoods
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sweet Bertha done runned over a possum and cooked him up on the engine of her air conditioned John Derre tractor and we got plenty of leftovers so ya alls invited over fer dinner only you better get there before dark cause thats when sweet bertha starts to drink and shes an honery drunk
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Johnny Hollywoods
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Sweet Bertha used to play for green bay
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Johnny Hollywoods
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I shure miss waking up to sweet berthas foot massages and breakfast in bed MMMM MMMM MM MMMMMMMM MMMMM MMMM
Sweet Bertha done killed a racoon, run it over and cooked it on the engine of her air conditioned john deere tractor them is vittles now she cooked it wit pinaplle and BBQ sauce and then she made my lunch
peanut butter sandwiches with her feets
only cause her arms was full!

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I pray that
we can endure
this storm.
I love you.
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Anonymous
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Beyond This Mountain

“I ain’t ever been beyond this mountain,”
The elderly woman said.
“It’s right here I was born,
Got married,
Raised my children, and buried my dead.”
Her face had a leathery look,
From too many days in the sun.
I figured only God knew,
How much hard work she’d done!
Each line in her face,
Could tell a story of its own.
Nobody will ever understand,
The heartaches she’s known.
As she spoke,
There was a faraway look in her eyes.
But, then she took me,
Completely by surprise,
When she said, “What brings you,
To these here parts, young man?”
Slowly I tried to explain,
I felt it was part of God’s plan.
“I’m a preacher, Ma’am, “
I Enthusiastically replied,
Although I felt a little shaky inside.
As I listened,
To the antiquated rocking chair squeak,
And waited for my host,
To continue to speak,
I whispered to God a silent prayer,
Because I knew in my heart,
He had sent met there!

She finally broke the silence,
In a voice soft and low,
Saying, “I knew you was a comin’,
‘Cause God told me so!”
“Young man,
I ain’t got much of this world’s goods,”
And I ain’t never been beyond,
These here piney woods.”
“Ah, but as a little girl,
I learned to pray,”
“And Lord knows that’s been many a day.”
“God has been with me in times of joy,”
“And also the saddest time of all,
When we lost our baby boy.”
“That youngun was the pride and joy,
Of my husband, Will.”
“Now they lie together yonder,
‘Neath that little grassy hill.”
“We had a house full of younguns,
But they all moved away.
“And they had a fit when Will died,
And I decided to stay.”
“But, no amount of coaxin’,
Was goina do any good.”
“They’s only one way this old lady’s,
Goina' leave her piney woods!”

Then she said, “Young man,
I don’t know when I’ve chattered so.”
“But, I don’t see too awful many folks,
Around here, you know.”
“She said, “I go by Lizzie,
But Elizabeth is my given name.”
“If you called me either one,
I guess I’d answer just the same.”
“How long have you been saved, Lizzie,”
I said with a smile,
Thinking to myself,
It probably had been quite a while.
“She said, “I’ll be ninety years old,
Right soon!”
“I accepted Jesus on my tenth birthday,
The twelfth day of June!”
I thought, “This precious lady has,
Spent eighty years serving the Lord!”
“When she gets up to Heaven she will,
Surely receive a great reward!”

Lizzie said, "Like I told you before,
I was a youngun' back then."
“But, I knew very well
The true meaning of sin.”
“So, when Jesus came in,
And rid my soul of sin and strife,”
“I vowed then and there,
To serve Him for the rest of my life!”
“And young man, I’m proud to say,”
“My Savior still dwells,
In my heart today!”

She said, “My Mammy and Pappy,
Never saw the need,”
“For any of us younguns,
To go to school and learn to read.”
“I made it through life,
Without knowing how to read, somehow.”
“But, I’d give anything in this world,
To learn to read now.”
“You see, my younguns,
And other folks always read to me.”
“But, now I want to learn,
To do it myself.” Don’t you see?”
“Ah yes, I want to read,
The Holy Book myself!”
“Would you please fetch that Bible,
Down from the shelf?”

I reached up and got a Bible down,
Which was faded with age,
And when I handed it to Lizzie,
She caressed every page.
She said, “I want to read that,
Scripture, you know the one I mean.”
“Would you please help me find,
John Chapter three, verse sixteen?”
Then she handed the Bible back to me,
With her eyes opened wide,
Like a child opening a gift,
To find out what’s inside!
As I slowly read,
“For God so loved the world,”
“That He gave His only begotten Son,”
Lizzie hung on to each word,
Until my reading was done.
Then she said, “Them words are so dear,
To this old lady’s heart!”
“Tell me, young man when can we start?”
By that time,
It was getting up in the day.
But I said,
“Let’s get started right away!”
Ah, it was a labor of love,
And my heart was stirred,
As Lizzie struggled to recognize,
And pronounce each precious word!
“For God so loved the world,
That He gave His only begotten Son!”
Time after time we repeated each word,
Until the verse was done.
“That whosoever believeth on Him,
Should not perish,
But have everlasting life.”
Ah, this verse had been the means,
Of many escaping,
A world of sin and strife!

I eagerly visited Lizzie,
Several days each week,
And we were so engrossed in our task,
We hardly took time to speak.
Then, early one morning,
I knocked on her door.
When she opened it she was as excited,
As a child once more!
She said, “Hurry and come in, Dear,”
“I have something I want you to hear!”
Tears filled my eyes,
As I joyfully heard,
Lizzie reading perfectly,
Each and every word!
Then she said, “Mercy me,
I’d better catch my breath.”
It was then I sensed,
The cold hand of death.
Ah, Lizzie knew well that her life,
Had come to an end.
So, she didn’t even struggle,
For death was her friend.
And as the angels came to bear away,
Dear Lizzie’s soul,
I just stood there and smiled knowing,
She had accomplished her goal.

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Someone Stole the Master Plan

Someone robbed the rulebook
and then watched the game devolve
And life and all it means
became a mystery most can't solve
Someone grabbed the game plan
so now all our bets are off
And what was once a sure thing
is now cause to scorn and scoff
Someone ripped the roadmap
and we all now wander lost
Going round in circles
over paths already crossed
Someone burned the blueprint
and then put theirs in it's stead
And what we build serves none
but those who've placed themselves ahead
Someone stole the master plan
now everyone's in charge
The blind lead blind to prisons
run by criminals at large
But truth is at your fingertips
it's floating in the air
And all you need is eyes to see
and ears to hear what's there
For truth is yours to own and prove
to use to find your way
To set a course of choice and change
despite what others say
So don't be led by pundits
who you think know more than you
For no one has to validate
the things you know are true
(for chances are, my friend,
you'll find that they are quite lost too!)

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hahaahahahahahhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa
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Anonymous
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the following wedensday the LORD took off yet another day from work to play golf with The Infamous Doctor Ca tsburger.
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Anonymous
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and on the seventh day during the seventh hour the lord said "Fuck it,the cat box dont need a drain!"
and the heavens hath cast a stagnet stench upon the seventh song of the cat b ox.
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"Come, and let us return to the LORD; for He has torn, but He will heal us; He has stricken, but He will bind us up."--(Hosea 6:1). "On that day I will raise up the tabernacle of David, which has fallen down, and repair its damages: I will raise up its ruins, and rebuild it..."--(Amos 9:11). God is in the rebuilding business. People don't just go through things, God has a purpose: "And we know that ALL THINGS work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose...to be conformed to the image of His Son..."--(Romans 8:28-29). Many times people's lives end up in, or are heading to ruin because of making the wrong choices. We need to learn who we are and where we are going, and let God start rebuilding our lives according to His blueprint: "Except the LORD build the house, they labor in vain that build it...--(Psalm 127:1)
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I understand without reading that a life force exists
and is always holding my thoughts and actions accountable to a standard created by this life force.

Why have so many gone mad and why are so many content with and determined to bringing down human existence.

The world is our oyster which has been given to us compliments of our higher power. The days are long gone where those who believed in this higher power also believed that this was a man with a white beard who periodically parted the clouds in order to reveal his face and wrath to us when us down here on earth are not following all of the ten commandments he laid out to man at the beginning of time for this planet we call earth.

Instead it is now somewhat believed that this higher power which all of us know as our source for the reason we all exist has no real shape to it other than to call it electricity.
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I come from something much more powerful than I
actually that should be a given considering I do not
bear any of the powers that my owner, s/he who created me, has and therefore that should be a given that I am a less powerful spirit who has been created for the purpose of always making other spirits feel human
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Anonymous
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I have crossed stitched my heart shut
and no longer is my mind unlocked
so there is no way into my soul
therefore there is no excuse for any more sins
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He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
abides under the shadow of the Almighty.

He shall say to the Lord,
"You are my refuge and my stronghold,
my God in whom I put my trust."

He shall deliver you from the snare of the hunter
and from the deadly pestilence.

He shall cover you with his pinions,
and you shall find refuge under his wings;
his faithfulness shall be a shield and buckler.

You shall not be afraid of any terror by night,
nor of the arrow that flies by day;

Of the plague that stalks in the darkness,
nor of the sickness that lays waste at mid-day.

A thousand shall fall at your side
and ten thousand at your right hand,
but it shall not come near you.

Your eyes only have to behold
to see the reward of the wicked.

Because you have made the Lord your refuge,
and the Most High your habitation,

There shall no evil happen to you,
neither shall any plague come near your dwelling.

For he shall give his angels charge over you,
to keep you in all your ways.

They shall bear you in their hands,
lest you dash your foot against a stone.

You shall tread upon the lion and the adder;
you shall trample the young lion and the serpent
under your feet.

Because he is bound to me in love,
therefore will I deliver him;
I will protect him, because he knows my Name.

He shall call upon me, and I will answer him;
I am with him in trouble;
I will rescue him and bring him to honor.

With long life will I satisfy him,
and show him my salvation.

- Psalms 91: 1-16
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Anonymous
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Toxo Plasma Gondii Harvest
by
Travis Ray Cole
Marinated triple scented
water logged totem pole clusters
submerged in the trench-foot pomade gel
gift basket wake enhancer

Red yellow green orange black brown
the organic commemorative slush sandtrap
color wheel rinse cycle spins around

Tide charted mud trench tunnel hydraulic press
limoge box hydroponic horseradish jellies
dehydrated non-florecent sponge
log loader and chipper buffet

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Anonymous
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Dear Robbin Lee,
I Love You and miss You very much!
I would very much like to spend the good times in life with You alone as my one and only
Love Always

Me
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Boxcar Jesus and Gretchen made a statement to the press that Johnny Hollywood was in love with a crazy girl who had so many different personalities that he never had to cheat on her because going out with the nut was like going out with forty different women at once
Thats how he was so in with the church, not the large donations and corvettes he was chili-cruising the hottest nuns around in.

"Boxcar Jesus is a jealose CENSOR" replied Johnny Hollywood.

The rest of the day was wasted as Johnny Hollywood spent everything he had at the fair trying to win a teddy bear for Gretchen."Do you know why they call them teddy bears" asked Box car Jesus as he shot up some donut resin"Censor off" said Johnny whoredog Hollywood, as he sharpened the knife as He was hiding his heart for Gretchen to find later.then he snorted some stuffing off the teddy bears ass and got drunk enough to think about Gretchen when he was with Bertha and think about bertha when he was with Gretchen and think about Wendy when he was with Jennifer.Johnny Hollywood peed his and Gretchens name onto the sidewalk in front of the BK next to the grocery store uptown."He really don't care about anything" said Nasty the bed bouncer Johnny Hollywood hired to check ID's and guess weights at the end of his bed.She was doing a lot better now that she got used to the job.She was wearing a mans suit and that scared Johnny Francis Nicolas Hollywood ,mostly because of the time Johnny Hollywood led the cult into the bottomless pit of hell and the leader of the cross threaded lesbian mafia crouched above it and urinated into the pit of hell.
"Repent" cried Boxcar Jesus.

Johnny Hollywood found his soulmate a pregenant landscaper who made him the energy milkshakes he needed to drink when he was hung over and sick that was the only time he would have the psychic premanitions where he could see stuff somewhere else or in another time."What do you love?" Johnny Hollywood thought.
He loved his guitar and when he dug out the holes in its body to put the skulls and crosses ,jewerly the very lovely latino gave him he only needed to bleed into the wood grain for the color to match the red paint on the guitar.He took his hair and The Queen of the Angel's beautiful hair and wrapped them together around the silver and black onyx cross that the devil gave him as she passed thru the crossroads. then he bled onto it and thru it into the fire,somehow he thought this would bring her to him or him to her, but it never worked with the cornflake girl, so maybe its all a waste of time Johnny Hollywood thought.

Johnny F.N. Hollywood flew to the islands with his butt ugly Yoko for the weekend and when he came back Sweet Bertha had put all of his clothes and Barry Manilow CD'S out on the cu rb.
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Jesus Christ Pose
"What the censor is this beeeeeep?" hollered Johnny Hollywood as he threw the script into the toilet.
"I can't work under these conditions I was promised an angel at the cross roads,I'm from the cross roads baby,thats what I am
wheres my angel my inspiration censor You I quit" Johnny Hollywood shouted as he stomped off the set.

"He can't quit" Said dectective Debs his newly appointed agent.

"Get him an angel" said his hot hot nurse "MMMM MMMMM"

"It is too late I am afraid, he is under great stress over the Union of the Desiel siphioning the monies"Said Doctor Catsburger

"No No No its the christmas time ever body thinks your christ if you look like Johnny Hollywood and his stunt double didnt know about Johnny Hollywood shaving his head and he did'nt know they were killing the christ like figures in the public this year like the dude from that band what the censor is the name of it the do drag the water some more? man people wanna kill god, and Johnny Hollywood is a chicken censorshit mother censor all year he is god and at christmas he shaves it all to disappear why dont he just go sell books at the airport" Said Doctor Gail

"You have to remember he is in public office people will want to off him for nothing" said Johnny hollywoods hot hot nurse "MMMM MMMMM"

"That is bull censorshit hype started back in nineteen nintey four to get a cult following on the stupid cable show, just a joke it started out as" Said Doctor Billy boy

"Oh I used to love that show,My favorite episoide was "Milking Anne Frank" And was that microchip in Johnny Hollywoods brain you guys took out really replaced with a hotwired one you guys made out of Gibson guitar parts or was that more comedy?" asked Doctor Gail."There never was a show" said Doctor Catsburger, "Johnny Hollywierd is delusional and skitzoid in a bad way" He continued.

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Johnny F.N. Hollywood slowly walked thru the desert with sweet Bertha by his side ready for anything to move when he caught a glimpse of the land mine just as Sweet Bertha jumped on it.
"That was my landmine,Sweet Bertha,Your supposed to be over yonder" Johnny Hollywood said,now very angry that Sweet bertha was no going to recieve the purple heart that could have easily been his.
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Here Kitty, Kitty,Kitty
Thank the lord,it was soon Half past the changing of the Government issue crack whore and no one even cared how much the bulldyke massage costed anymore."I want my whorecop to be non-sensical and sensual" was the last thing Johnny Hollywood remembered saying before he woke up from the boredom coma in the barbers chair sportin' the "J.F.K." as tardzilla called it, while she rode the knuckles of his playing hand on the first day of the revolution. After only a few beers Johnny Hollywood choose against sending the newspaper his kick ass reciepe slash pshycological test involving the vat or kettle of regular thin spell-getti noodles under the way to hot girl covered with a thick red sauce, not to hot not to cold for the whole milk motzerella to flow He could'nt even think blonde for a week after just seeing this magical des'sert addiction,unless he stood in the crossroads."I can cure this one that feels most excelent" He dreamed.

Back in the Crossroads stood Seizure Chords
"The love we have is like garbage day in the rain"He sang to the angels.

Johnny Hollywood's camera's rolled for a week on the crossroads and nothing good past nothing blonde

"Oh your great cross threadedness,can I get one bleach blonde anerexic editor to go?" Johnny Hollywood asked of the heavens.

The cross threaded lesbian mafia union leader had him tied to the rail road tracks and told him he was crazy .

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As you travel on life's highway
the key to faring well, my friend
is to recognize the checkpoints
as they come around each bend
If you find yourself exclaiming,!
“How could things have come to this?"
chances are it's just a checkpoint
not that something is amiss
See, a checkpoint is a moment
that demands that you take stock
What most people see are obstacles
impassable road blocks
It's as if you're crossing borders
to another state of mind
and the border guard asks questions
so your answers must align
Checkpoints challenge your identity
and prepare you to compete
necessary rites of passage
no avoidance or retreat
All that's needed is a picture
of the you…you need to be
Once presented then you'll pass
how much simpler could life be?
When you're tested by life's challenges
and don't know what to do
treat them like you would a checkpoint:
get beyond by going through

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I refuse to be discouraged,
To be sad, or to cry;
I refuse to be downhearted,
And here's the reason why . . .
I have a God who's mighty,
Who's sovereign and supreme;
I have a God who loves me,
And I am on His team.
He is all wise and powerful,
Jesus is His name;
Though everything is changeable,
My God remains the same.
My God knows all that's happening,
Beginning to end.
His presence is my comfort,
He is my dearest friend.

When sickness comes to weaken me,
To bring my head down low,
I call upon my mighty God;
Into His arms I go.
When circumstances threaten
To rob me from my peace,
He draws me close unto His breast,
Where all my strivings cease.
And when my heart melts within me,
And weakness takes control,
He gathers me into His arms,
He soothes my heart and soul.
The great "I AM" is with me,
My life is in His hands,
The "Son of the Lord" is my hope,
It's in His strength I stand.

I refuse to be defeated,
My eyes are on my God;
He has promised to be with me,
As through this life I trod.
I'm looking past all my circumstances,
To Heaven's throne above;
My prayers have reached the heart of God,
I'm resting in His love.
I give God thanks in everything,
My eyes are on his face;
The battle's His, the victory is mine;
He'll help me win the race.

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Anonymous
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From baby years to present fears
let sinners be redeemed
Then lucky eyes will see
that things aren't always as they seemed
A cosmic shift, a needed gift
when all the stars align
And clouds reveal the long lost sun
that's been there all the time
Forgiven past, a brand new cast
your lesson is at hand
But dwellers in denial
miss their chance to understand
Embrace the new, a different view
let go of blame and shame
It's time for new beginnings
seek your glory stake your claim!

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blonde pony tail
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Anonymous
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glasses ,no ass
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blonde pony tail
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Anonymous
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That was supposed to be a joke...said P-knuckle...You should of laughed...why's everyone staring at the moon?...was it that four cheese-burgers and a strawberry shake wasn’t enough?...maybe I'll just wander down the hall in search of slander in the form of more than one language...paper plates and salad dressing make not great pretend fraudulent answers...have it your way!!!...Crazy she be...pink shoes with green shoe laces…Shell be coming around the corner when she comes.
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World Reknown Cat Box Poet
The lab coat looked official and Jfnh {Johnny Francis Nicolas Hollywood} found the hidden tooth pick key to access the only elevators that could take him off the psychward floor, it was fun for a while but they caught him in the lunch room telling people he was "the legendary Dr. Catsburger and even had the micrometer to prove it". "slag" the inoculator shock machine said as it put jfnh's brain on over-extended slo mo Half way in between here and there he wrote more of his famous landscaper love poetry for you here.
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Its o.k. everyone knows what a piece of shit You are.
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creep~goof

precious better still be that
to be ashamed I will not have
that for her and always remember
that she is meant to be loved
like a child should be which is
most definitely not be fondled
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Anonymous
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I do not want to believe that such harm you know of
when all I have ever known of you has been nothing but
harmless and good
If it is true then how could you???
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I love your face despite the fact that for us it is a little too late
I questioned your motives even though I knew you did not have any
I looked for reason in your guilt riddin eyes and now I am confused as if I believed there was some kind of abuse
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Anonymous
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If I were to burst open right now
there would be nothing but paranoia
spilling out all over the place
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Johnny Hollywood begat his search for the biggest ugilest woman on the entire internet, because Valentines day was just six short months away.
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I was afraid to believe in God until I met my daughter. Now I am just afraid because I now know there is a God and to this lifeforce I must be accountable. More recently I am afraid to live life for fear that I will enjoy it and then it will be taken away. I am furthermore afraid that by me just stating that about me not living my life to its fullest will now or could now see it slipping away from me. Having said all of that I must also realize that forgiveness and love are the only ways besides faith to live a truely happy and full life.

If there was anything that I would like to see take over the world it would be christianity.

there is so much tension between us that its now beginning to stress out the structure.

I am slowly coming to terms with your abilities to always be one step ahead but I am quickly realizing that I am the reason why I am the turtle and you are the hare

I thought I was to be the only puzzle never to be figured out but in the end you have proven time and time again that I can be conquered just like the land

I thought the distance I deliberately placed outside myself would deter you from sending out signals to me
on the frequency we both share

I am shutting it down and we both know why
everything is based on a lie or on a time
that has had its time with you and I but
now its gone and like you agreed before
I agree now, No woman, No cry.
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I'm glad to hear all the encouragement from you. I'm sure you’re a real great friend, daughter, mother lady? I also know that you were also created; therefore you owe some gratitude to the creator. Honey, Heaven and Hell is the same for everyone. And my passion to share the truth...Not disperse like others we hear from on here is what You will consistently, and always see out of me. If it hurts you then I'm sorry...I'm not try