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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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Im like the actor helping out in the not natural disaster. No nasa scientific tested magma. In escillarator for the test of flow. NO generator for baCK UP POWER. tOOK A SHOW ER NO HOUR MINITUES SECONDS OF CONFUSED NO KNOWN IF A PURPOSE. dAM PAIN AS IF PURPORSED DESERVED THE SHOCK OF A NERVE NEURO TRANS A MITTER. cOLDNESS ITS WEIRDNESS ITS BITTERNESS NEEDLESS OF A MISTRESS IN A DRESS PESTS PARASITES MITES BITES RIGHTS VOICES DENOTE THIS NOT HAPPINESS SAME OH VOCAP BLISS. \

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.
S
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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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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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" protocal???
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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
-


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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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glasses ,no ass
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glasses ,no ass
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blonde pony tail
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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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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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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 trying to hurt anyone but I'm out to kill ya!! Die to self and pick up the cross. The only thing you could use the wood for is to build more sinking ships!!!

P.S. I'm no tiddy...I'm a man...EX-D A F ...CRIP...DRUG LORD...ADDICT...Pimp daddy...and now a CRISTIAN SOLDIER....................PASSION WARRIOR........................................DEMON SLAYER...... .................................... ..............................HOW-YA -LIKE-ME-NOW........................ .................................... .................................... .......

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and yes Tori Amos is acid rock
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whats the differance cupcake?
you never write poetry for all the years it has been you and me and a couple other dumbasses
and you havent really wrote a damn poem yet but I dont want you to go away
and I dont give a rats ass if dingle fart writes about what a great chump her god is til the very end
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yes, Tori does rock.
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I am saddened to see this person has not gone away.

No one has to DIE for me. I am not in debt, and I don't need to be forgiven. I don't succumb to a religion where guilt is the primary factor.
Get off the cross, we need the wood.

Hell and heaven mean something different to every one of us

Jesus's existence does not disclaim other prophet's teachings
there were many worse ways to die.



Your dire ignorance only carries itself backwards


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Title: Birthright

Why?
Seniority.
Elders and life.
Do I doubt.

Fear, thy continuity.
Wish to break up.
This chain.
Simply to die.

Fade away.
Fateful gloom.
Too many a demand.

Avoid, the ravages.
Despair!
Of destiny.
Of time…

Why?

Of a breed of scoundrels - I am.
Of sanctimonious misfits.
Thus inherited.
Is evil’s seed.

These gifts.

From father - To son.
May have passed.
Already defiled.
Our life and deed.

Seen, its work.
I have.
Recognized, falsity.
Cruel means.

Why?

With such ease.
Destroyed, my life.
Our brother’s need.
Ignored are sister’s pleas.

Simply, to condone...

Thy pleasure.
Escape.
Your meaning.
Even Me.

Poison, these lives.
Yours, our family’s.

And Mine.

To question - I must.
Doubt - Our legacy.
Hesitate, my bequest.
Forbid myself.

To pass, thy poison.
Inhibit, repetitions new.
To extinguish, bloodline and lust.
For I am, remain an heir.

Subject to hate.
I hold your despair.

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Win,Place or Show
"Mr. Hollywood has always been in the habit of banging retarded biotches,Walmart greeters were no exception"Johnny Francis Nicolas Hollywood's Hot attorney to the Jury."And that is why we are asking for fifty-seven million dollars from Hugh Heffner and the land the Playboy Mansion is sitting on,So that Johnny Hollywood can have it tore down and build a McDonald's there to satisfy his thirst for immergant women""Why thats absurd" said Hughs attorney in Playboys defense"We came up with the Women of Walmart ideal all by ourselves."Gabriela {Johnny's Hot attorney} strutted across the court room sticking her chest out a little to far".I would like to call the witness"Tardzilla" to the stand"Tardzilla took her oath and swore to tell the truth."Have you every been a resident of little city{a home for the mentally handicap},Miss Tardzilla?" Gabriella asked."Yes" Stated Tardzilla."And have you ever had relations with Mr. Hollywood? asked Gabriella"Yes" Tardzilla answered once again."And have you Miss Tardzilla ever been employed by the chain of stores we know as WALMART?"Gabriella asked smiling from ear to ear."Why yes I have" Tardzilla said, almost in tears.The court room erupted and the crowd went wild."Quite QUIET" The Judge shouted as she pounded her gavel onto a copy of playboy featuring Hepititis Barbie otherwise known as Pamela Andersen Lee, that Johnny Hollywood had been saving since he was a little boy."I'm going to get the Playboy mansion"Johnny Hollywood soggily whispered into Gretchens ear.The sky was bluer than Johnny F.N. Hollywoods Hot attorneys eyes."Its all about payback." J.F.N.H. shouted as he dropped hundreds of feet each second.Johnny Hollywood parachuted down into the Cross Threaded Lesbian Mafia's secret cucumber garden and started killing every plant he saw,like it was early December and he was sacrificing Trees for the Lord.The guards heard him and the spotlights circled the roll of plants He was trying to destroy at the moment."Those are gods children your killing!" shouted the General of the Cross Threaded Army."God??You leave Jessica out of this,she has nothing to do with any of this" Johnny Hollywood yelled as He tried to out run the demon dogs of hell. They were gaining on Johnny Hollywood and he knew his time on this sweet planet of love would be short.The Cross Threaded Lesbian Mafia broke into Johnny Hollywood's studio and broke his DOD foot pedal by the weight of the leader of the Cross Threaded Lesbian Mafia, Johnny Hollywood'sWah pedal snapped in half."Try playing your songs of love to our ladies now,you little censorbastard" Exclaimed the oversized Bull Dyke large wearing the red plaid flannel shirt that was as big as a compact car."There won't be any crying from his guitar tonight."Said the very handsome lady with a jet black crew cut."A good guitar player could play a log if he had to"Exclaimed Gretchen in Johnny Hollywood's defense.
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Heard your message again...It's still a No-Go!!!
They...All Fall Down..They All Fall Down...They All Fall Down...They All Fall!!!
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no for real......
God is like my st alker
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God is like snoop dog
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God is like working like three illegal aliens for free
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God is like 2 minutes with Tina
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God is like a stratocaster with humb uckers
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Sweet Bertha Kisses
that ain't poet ry
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Wide spread of this so called...pasture-trash-happy go lucky-smut...ceased when...Big Jim stood to his feet...stretching and yawning...He began to stare right into the eyes of Mr. X...I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States Of America...and to the republic for which it stands...One nation under God...BOOM...BOW...BAM...as the doors fly open and sirens...they are blaring so loud that Centae-Cuntey...couldn’t sound the warning of intrusion across the center stage...Mr. X pockets his eyes that were being stared at and leaps to the rafter overhang just above his left shoulder...good golly...miss cyber chick...this is an attack on...Conrad's posse...He's in the shed!!...yelled..Frankly...He's in the shed!!...Where's the shed?...tiny-kook caper replied...out back steak-house...Frankly...returned in fear...as the caper gathered his mouse or men and surrounded the shed...Out the shed walked none other than Giggly G.I.,"Hee...Hee...Ha..Ha..Ha"...Take him and renovate the restroom...we are to capture all ping-pong players...harming no Twinkies...as the water was turned to milk only one name was left to decode...Conrad!!!...who would have guessed that he had spent the entire after-hour on his knees in prayer for the link in the weakest ch ain?
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Heard your message...It's a No-Go!!!
They...All Fall Down..They All Fall Down...They All Fall Down...They All Fall!!!
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God is like Sweet Bertha,Hes bigger than the Beatles
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.“He needs to take the Bertha meds now,Everyone has to leave”
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Here comes the rain...shouted Ziggy...You could see the dark grey clouds moving across the open desert...as we stood there in awe...something was happening...something just wasnt right...Conrad...sitting on his big white horse...started to teeth...gallons and gallons of fresh flubber began to fall all around us...yet not one drop ever fell on us?...This is the doing of JWood...Said Camel Raider #2...Get me to the mountains and make it snappy!!!...From the top you could see all the rides in the whole park..."THERE"...there he is...he is with those maffia cats...they are tearing up lawn furniture and building what seems like a cat box...O.K....Conrad takes the stage...We have seen this before...p-boy...is attempting to conger up his false gods again...shall we retrait Sir?....Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha...Retreit?...Never!!!...We shall keep moving...I also have a God!!!...The Almighty!!!...This was His plan from the beginning...Now men!...take this here alter into the land of Living Water's and prepare for battle!!!...For they are among us and they have a hostage...5 children and it...count your blessings and on the way stop in at Bee-Bee's pawn shop and gather all the Gibson's and give them to my breakfast buddys!!!
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Overtime
Doctor Gail slammed the clump of clay down on the very large glass chess board that she had etched little litehouses into each and every square.Johnny Hollywood wearing his new "Bertha Barbie" Tshirt starred at the ceiling.He could see the clouds and the Queen of the Angels' belly button, then she turned facing him and he could see God."God,I was wondering if instead of a nice Gibson S.G. I could just have a Jackson "V"?" Asked Johnny Hollywood.
Just then Harpo the live in landscaper burst into Doctor Gails Officia and knocked over the fresh pile of pre-used slightly damaged beyond repair in some cases lawn furniture live all the way from Garbage day
"Theres the herb in the puddle" Said Harpo"Puddle? you mean the fudge puddle truffle cakes?"asked Johnny Hollywood wondering if this could now be tied in with the litigation against the "Cat Box" and Edward Lowe the inventor and founder of the Cat Box."If we win this case we will change the name of the band to "The Edward Lowe Project" in honor of the man himself."No,Johnny she means the guests have again clogged the hot tub with weed,earlier this morning Harpo broke up a party in the Coach House over this same problem" Said Doctor Gail.
J.F.N.H. started again,"So there I was...I threw down my sword and knelt before the leader of the Cross Threaded Lesbian Maifa Union and bow wow wowed then I vowed not to go sniffin' round the red head anymore and did she kill me? No she gave me yet another chance at the freckle counting mission I've been on from the start" Johnny Hollywood told Dr. Gail as they moved into double overtime.
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God is like..
BAYER ASPIRIN
He works miracles.



God is like...
a FORD
He's got a better idea.




God is like...
COKE
He's the real thing.


(! This! is great)

God is like...
HALLMARK CARDS
He cares enough to send His very best.




God is like...
TIDE
He gets the stains out that others leave behind.



God is like...
GENERAL ELECTRIC
He brings good things to life.


God is like...
SEARS
He has everything.



God is like...
ALKA-SELTZER
Try him, you'll like Him.



God is like...
SCOTCH TAPE
You can't see him, but you know He's there.



God is like...
DELTA
He's ready when you are.



God is like...
ALLSTATE
You're in good hands with Him.




God is like...
VO-5Hair Spray
He holds through all kinds of weather.



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God is like...
DIAL SOAP
Aren't you glad you have Him? Don't you wish everybody did?

(that one is my favorite)



God is like..
the U.S. POST OFFICE
Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor ice will keep Him from His appointed dest ination.

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The Big Wheel


In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.
Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries..
Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either. If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best home-made dress. loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.
The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our Small town. No luck.
The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.
Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel.
An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour and I could start that night. I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the
kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.
When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money--fully half of what I averaged every night.
As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak.
I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home. One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered.
I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires. I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.
Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel.
These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state Trooper named Joe.
A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas Morning I hurried to the car. I was hoping the kids wouldn't wake up before I managed to get home and get the presents from the basement and place them under the tree. (We had cut down a small cedar tree by the side of the road down by
the dump.) It was still dark and I couldn't see much, but there appeared to be some dark shadows in the car or was that just a trick of the night? Something certainly looked different, but it was hard to tell what. When I reached the car I peered warily into one of the side windows. Then my jaw dropped in amazement. My old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crumbled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching
back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and
canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.
Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....THE POWER OF PRAYER. God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar. You're maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can.
Keep the faith.
Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.

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I'll Never Die!


At the "end of my days,"
God will call me away,
To my beautiful home in the sky!
So Friend don't weep for me,
For I'll be happy and free,
In a land where I never shall die!

I'll leave everything behind.
But, new treasures I'll find,
When I step off on Heaven's bright shore!
Naught of earth shall remain.
There will be no more pain.
I'll feel better than I've ever felt before!

So, when my obituary is read,
And folks say I'm dead,
Please don't believe that it's true!
For though I've taken my last breath,
And my eyes have closed in death,
I've just started living my life anew!

I shall not die! No, I'll never die!
I'll just move up to my mansion on high!
There in a body completely whole,
My ransomed soul,
Shall live on! I'll never d ie!

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Exceeding great and precious promises.”
- 2 Peter 1:4
If you would know experimentally the preciousness of the promises, and enjoy them in your own heart, meditate much upon them. There are promises which are like grapes in the wine-press; if you will tread them the juice will flow. Thinking over the hallowed words will often be the prelude to their fulfilment. While you are musing upon them, the boon which you are seeking will insensibly come to you. Many a Christian who has thirsted for the promise has found the favour which it ensured gently distilling into his soul even while he has been considering the divine record; and he has rejoiced that ever he was led to lay the promise near his heart.
But besides meditating upon the promises, seek in thy soul to receive them as being the very words of God. Speak to thy soul thus, “If I were dealing with a man’s promise, I should carefully consider the ability and the character of the man who had covenanted with me. So with the promise of God; my eye must not be so much fixed upon the greatness of the mercy-that may stagger me; as upon the greatness of the promiser-that will cheer me. My soul, it is God, even thy God, God that cannot lie, who speaks to thee. This word of his which thou art now considering is as true as his own existence. He is a God unchangeable. He has not altered the thing which has gone out of his mouth, nor called back one single consolatory sentence. Nor doth he lack any power; it is the God that made the heavens and the earth who has spoken thus. Nor can he fail in wisdom as to the time when he will bestow the favours, for he knoweth when it is best to give and when better to withhold. Therefore, seeing that it is the word of a God so true, so immutable, so powerful, so wise, I will and must believe the promise.” If we thus meditate upon the promises, and consider the Promiser, we shall experience their sweetness, and obtain their fulfilment .

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Aspire!!...Weve got word that p-boy is on the back line tearing up the honeycycles again...Note this to be leaked over the planes of chaos and frutiopia...SILENCE!...What We Have Here Is A Failure To Cumminicate!...I have been informed from the High commander that we are to hold our ground...but Sir...Tuesday has come and gone...and...And?...and will come again...STAND!!!...STAND I SAY!!!...Blaa...Blaa at da...Ecta...Bulalaga!!!
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Thoust more than fair honeycup material
Has thou a freckle for my counting?
Johnny Fucking Hollywood had to ask.
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The Big Rig poster board for missing pig's feet...front page read as fol lows...Shimmy...Shimmy...Co-Co...Puff...Now if that wasn’t enough to stir up the making of a mob deep...said Conrad...Can you believe the nerve of that pulsing heart ache?...Ziggy!...Ziggy!...Bring me my out-of-warranty wave runner...Sir...I have a tendency to Zag when I'm told to Zig!!...Yes, I am well water aware of all the down fall of humankind in this "It's a small world after all" race to the new moon!...Yet, I still have the faith of a small child in that "We wont be shaken"...Nor will we be moved to accept Wallywood’s offer to cross the "London Bridges fallen down"...His plan to bur**..Excuse me!!! Mr. Conrad?...Yes...And who are you?...They call me Jambo...but you, Sir may call me Jasminmasminpasserwaky...I have been sent here from Rome to ensure that project...Kung-Fu Grip...is underway and that Mr. Hollywood...A.K.A...."p-boy"...does not interfere with the launch of the greatest story ever told...If I could have a few moments of your time...I would like the honor of de-briefing you?...As the two soldiers exchanged temperamental theology, the real cocas ion stunt double transpired behind stages of strong and unconditional shorelines...for: Peter, upon this rock I will build My church and not even the gates of hell shall prevail against it!!!
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Passively...protected from the...BEE-WEAR...surplus hustlers...Casual...Cool...Conrad...broke off with a little Bible study...Into the shade...said Ziggy...Wont you be joining us for the Victory parade?...Not this one...Not for a hello...as the crowd gathered in the bleeding streets of Galaxy 1...Come-on...Big Papa...They are awaiting you war cry...Cry I may...Conrad replied...but...Cry for the innocent is what I bring forth...what I cleave to...What I will deliver through the requests of my LORD!!!...Ye...Ye...Ye...We haven’t seen that presence in two hundred years and frankly...Hey!...You keep Frankly out of this...You know Jezebel and Hollywood...If they could have it their way...Curse this page we all fall down...Their way is broad and leads right into the land of wretched wrath!!!...I must be left in peace if this mountain is to be moved...You flee to those in dire rap...and plead the case of "Daddy's not home" yet!!!...I'll be on my knees to intercede for the march of many!!!
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everyone was so surprised when dedee placed the butterfly wing pork chops onto the grill with out soaking them in any special sauce
but then in a nick of time she had the sauce up her sleeve on this one
is it habernero? is it pineapple could it be
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"Stand still and see the salvation of the Lord"

These words contain God’s command to the believer when he is reduced to great straits and brought into extraordinary difficulties. He cannot retreat; he cannot go forward; he is shut up on the right hand and on the left; what is he now to do? The Master’s word to him is, “Stand still.” It will be well for him if at such times he listens only to his Master’s word, for other and evil advisers come with their suggestions. Despair whispers, “Lie down and die; give it all up.” But God would have us put on a cheerful courage, and even in our worst times, rejoice in his love and faithfulness. Cowardice says, “Retreat; go back to the worldling’s way of action; you cannot play the Christian’s part, it is too difficult. Relinquish your principles.” But, however much Satan may urge this course upon you, you cannot follow it if you are a child of God. His divine fiat has bid thee go from strength to strength, and so thou shalt, and neither death nor hell shall turn thee from thy course. What, if for a while thou art called to stand still, yet this is but to renew thy strength for some greater advance in due time. Precipitancy cries, “do something. Stir yourself; to stand still and wait, is sheer idleness.” We must be doing something at once-we must do it so we think-instead of looking to the Lord, who will not only do something but will do everything. Presumption boasts, “If the sea be before you, march into it and expect a miracle.” But Faith listens neither to Presumption, nor to Despair, nor to Cowardice, nor to Precipitancy, but it hears God say, “Stand still,” and immovable as a rock it stands. “Stand still;”-keep the posture of an upright man, ready for action, expecting further orders, cheerfully and patiently awaiting the directing voice; and it will not be long ere God shall say to you, as distinctly as Moses said it to the people of Israel, “Go forward.”

- Exodus 14:13

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Searching the Sunday morning website
As if you were to be in the lost and found
Upon this very page I did start to write
All those faithful passages as I drowned
Every notion every cry that gives off light
The inner dwelling of growth and excelling
Rooted in worship, accuracy, and what is right
Knowledge is king not checking my spelling
Desperately seeking to be freed in His sight
Let Freedom Ring was the pause before sound
Please listen in as this story I am telling
4 anyone thinking their alone in this fight
Pick up your cross is what I'm yelling
Take cover as we prepare for the final round
Protection is granted by day and by night
For He is risen and he has been defeated
Final Destination...pick it up and read it
Only on one side can you choose to be
My friend…lost in sin
I never did find you till you Found me

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My body numb, my mind was blank,
the drugs I smoked, they smelled so rank.
This world of mine, had reached an end,
the drugs I did, were my best friend.
Then Jesus said, "Give me a try,
come walk with Me, and let's get high."
But the only high I'd ever known,
was artificial, just on loan.

"It's just a lie, the proof you'll see,
throw down those drugs, get high on Me."
"The drugs you do, they make you blind,
you search for answers, you'll never find."

"For surely with the drugs you use,
your life will cease, and you will lose."
"The high you need, you can not buy,
partake of me, and you'll never die!"

I made a move that darkened day,
to give up drugs, to stay away.
The inner peace, for which I'd looked,
I found in Christ, and I was hooked!

The drugs we take, they can not please us,
if you want life, get high on Jesus!


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You promised yourself better, yes?
and talked a real good game
But all these years have come and gone
and things still stay the same
You've dillied with the victims
And you've dallied while you yearn
You've journeyed to the border
just to gaze, sigh and return
Perhaps today's the day you'll cross
And leave this phase behind
So heed these words for travelers
to foreign states of mind
First find some friends to feed you hope
(most men are stuck on "nay")
The masses dine on curdled dreams
feast not from their buffet
Then find a path to venture forth
most any path will do
The trick is to commit to walk
despite what you go through
Embarrassment will come to pass
and risk is how we grow
Regret's a dish best left unserved
and wow will follow woe
One day you'll find the beauty
that exists beyond the grief:
The art of transformation
past the borders of belief

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falsk kyss
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Lunch and War
"228,771 people died because of you Johnny Hollywood, all because You wanted to test that nuke bomb under the sea" Biotched Bertha. Johnny Hollywood looked at Bertha sad with those puppie dog eyes. "I am so tired of bad boxelder coffee and getting the smallest donut because they are saving the largest Boston creme donut for the Capitan."Said Johnny Hollywood. It was kind of a cloudy for Johnny Hollywood's inauguration but a couple of lapdances from "undercover manger Debbie" cheered him up right quick,He didn't care if she did have grey nose hair. "Censor it" He said.
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While walking through this world around children everyday
I see them in the classroom and out at play.
Sometimes I wonder about their Mom and Dad,
And the kind of upbringing they have had!

When I greet them, and even though they've smiled,
Deep down inside is there a suffering child?
Was last night yet another repeat,
Of going to bed without anything to eat?

And, once again are they forced to lie,
About how they received that swollen black eye?
Was that red spot that looks like a welt,
Caused by the buckle from someone's belt?

Did Mom and Dad get into a fight,
And keep the children "up half of the night?'"
How many hours were spent in front of a TV set,
Watching "poison" they will never forget?

I wonder if they have ever heard of God above,
Who gave His own Son because of love!
The Love of God is greater than any other!
Be they father, mother, sister, or brother!

Friend, Jesus "the Man of Galilee,"
Said, "Suffer the little children to come unto me!"
I know our God sees each sparrow that falls from the sky!
He undoubtedly hears the little children when they cry!
And, though it may seem the guilty "get away with it just fine,"
God says, "I will repay, for vengeance is Mine!

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go go go to the moment when you last felt
whatever you felt savor your feeling with no doubt
feel yourself in this world make known to everyone
that you are real.
fly fly fly through the windows of your soul
behold all your feelings young and old
take hold of them cradle them so they your own feelings
will never grow cold
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in this room there are many things
tables chairs computer screens
pictures hang on walls to be seen
pictures sit on tables to make a dust ring
chairs squeak with different weights
of the persons who watch their weight
computer screens blaze white light
while many colours invite.
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You don't have to do this...but...Submit unto me...Cutting glass away from thy wrist...What will be...will just be...Can I father you my son?...Can I show you a way?...I will leave nothing undone...My promise is..."Always to stay"..."Stay"...close to you through all the bull sh**!..."Stay"...strong on your behalf!...As the strange land rise against you...and...small wonders...they will laugh!...Awsome terrors WE will excape through...Yet the game...WE'll never forfit!...Casting crowns...Son...I will lead TRUE!...Only if...at My feet for a while...you'll sit!!!

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Why?...Do the thoughts on my mind weigh so heavy...
Why?...Do the words from my mouth craw out in pain...
Why?...Will my so called "FRIENDS" leave me here again...
Why?...Does this life not scold the deadly...
Why?...Must I carry...That's my dad...unknown shame...
Why?...Do I do...what I do...when I should not...
Why?...Do you do me the way...Can you feel that...as if I forgot...
Why?...When it dosen't feel good...It dosen't feel the same...
Why?...When?...and...How?...
Will I come to understand...Clearly...My life is in your hand...Quickly...make me the man...That I am to be...So that I may help the other one's see!!!
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As I press my face against the cold prison bars,
I stand gazing out at the sparkling stars.
There sure are a lot of them out tonight.
Could God have turned on Heaven’s front porch light?

Tonight I think about how things might have been,
If I had not lived a life of sin.
I’ve spent most of my life "on the run.”
My only companions were a knife and gun.

I asked for nothing and showed no pity,
As I drifted around from city to city.
Although I was free, my soul was in satan’s prison cell.
I was definitely his slave and I served him well.

One day in anger I took a another man’s life and so,
I eventually ended up here on death row.
In prison someone presented Salvation's plan to me!
Now thank God for the first time I feel free!

Well, tomorrow they will come for me,
For it’s time to pay for my crime, you see.
I will forfeit my life for the one I took.
That’s right according to God's Holy Book.

In preparation for my execution they will shave my head,
And whatever I want to eat I will be fed.
When they strap me into the electric chair,
I will be allowed one final prayer.

Ah, but the moment they take this life I call mine,
My soul will reach the arms of God divine!
For the God of judgment who said, “Thou shall not kill,”
With mercy also said, “Come unto Me whosoever will!”

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In a stedy zone exaughsted wasted awaiting for the end of this here time. God its freaking crazy not so from nutso go yo foe. This here is just nothing I dont know I just dont want to get stuck because on pause status . The here possum playing dead. Crazy this isnt really anything some im just going to submit my bull shit.
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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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UNTIL MY EYES BLEED WITH UGLINESS
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"The legend of Lard ass"

Thoust wild trailer park woman with blemished credit report has no place in my heart
For thou has no medical benifits
no dental coverage for I?
It is me who has the price to pay
feeding the quarters to the timer
has the minute become a lifetime
to hose you down at the car wash
will be my burden
this wenches diet of fast food
shall tax my love until my eyes bleed
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Box Car Jesus stood up and pissed in the fire everyone in the homeless camp was used to his rudeness by now and they knew not to sleep around him if they wanted shoes when they woke up the next morning."Well the way I heard it was,Johnny Hollywoods hot little Bertha done got gone,and he forgot all about milking her" Box Car Jesus told the nice lady from the health department who was there on yet another a mad cap mission of handing out free condoms and sringes.Johnny Hollywood became confused the media was a week behind and he had to live in today.He also needed to know what kind of pie he was really digging way to much,Honeypie?
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tori amos rocks
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Have you ever awoke in nigths sleep's day. Struggleing fighting just to awake. At stake just life. A bargain of an expense that is costly nothing. So I woke up as though I had the symptom's of a fever. Sweating not stinking just summer's mournig's dew. I do not now how to change my way, but in time it's unlike the like.

To the dead unkind in shadow's falling, the light awakes the alive in the world of now where. Pointless and so what as if joint's were jointless. Bloody hell like an enlish man bloody hell. Like a fellow poet once told me your pressing your luck. Guess what at that that really sucked. So as I pressed on and on and on. So long went along with the wrong. Answering the door bell's ring of a ding dong.
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Does the load of sin you carry,
Have you bowed down to the ground?
Is your mind full of questions,
Yet, the answers can’t be found?
You won’t find the peace you’re seeking,
In a bottle or a bar.
Jesus can fill your empty vessel!
He will come to where you are!

Do you often feel discouraged,
And it seems that there’s no end?
Do you contemplate how much you’d give,
For just one true and faithful friend?
You want to change your life,
But, Satan says you’ve gone too far.
If you can’t get to Jesus, Friend,
He will come to where you are!

Jesus will come to where you are,
At morning, noon, or night!
He will pick up the pieces of your life,
And make everything just right!
Though sin is devastating,
And it leaves a lasting scar,
Jesus, the Great Physician,
Will come to where you are!

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The trouble with being enlightened
is I see all things as good
so poverty and pain
don't motivate me like they should
The trouble with being enlightened
is that nothing pulls my strings
'cause it's all just an illusion
"y'know... in the cosmic scheme of things"
The trouble with being enlightened
is I hear a different drummer
I'll say things, and I'll get strange looks
Man, that can be a bummer
The trouble with being enlightened?
the in-betweens I often skip
I'm at the destination
before I even start the trip!
The trouble with being enlightened
is most people can't relate
they're all caught up in drama
trapped by lies of war and hate
But, what's GOOD with being enlightened
is I row gently down this stream
for merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
life is but a dream!

(See? There's that strange look again!)

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I know not what methods rare,
But this I know-God answers prayer.
I know that He has given His Word,
Which tells me prayer is always heard,
And will be answered, soon or late,
And so I pray and calmly wait.
I know not if the blessing sought
Will come in just the way I thought,
But leave my prayers with Him alone,
Whose will is wiser than my own.
Assured that He will grant my quest,
Or send some answer far more blest.

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Someone lied
and told you that you had to save the world
And honestly that's too much pressure
for a little girl
Someone lied
and told you that you just weren't good enough
and burdened you with guilt
and weighed you down with all THEIR stuff
Someone lied
so now your actions lack a certain verve
the victim of a heart
that never got what it deserved
Someone lied
so now you seek to shoulder all life's blame
despite the fact you've helped
to raise the level of our game
Someone lied
so now you're blind to truths that others see
and cast yourself as captive
when in fact your really free
Someone lied
so now you feel inadequate some days
in spite of past performances
and accolades and praise
Someone lied
I wish I could undo those lies you've heard
and prove your false assumptions
are just patently absurd
Someone lied
but hold on, don't give up, please push on through.
There's more to you than meets your eye
I swear to you that's true
Someone lied
all I can do is hope that someday soon
you'll revel with us all
and know the glory that is you!

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I don't trust you
the world has taught me to know better.
I know when you lie,
and I'm done giving you the benefit of the doubt.
so be offended,
accept my pleasantries
but don't get near me.
you are not allowed anymore.
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You Guessed It
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Help You with Your cat box maam?
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Anonymous
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Roses are red

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Anonymous
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Roses are red
the lies about me are many
You are so hot
without bieng to skinny
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Anonymous
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Roses are red
sauce is too
I like it spicy
thats hows come I'm diggin' You
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Anonymous
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Roses only come in red
Your hair is blonde
Your eyes are beautiful
what baby,whats going on

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Anonymous
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roses are red
the vericose road map on your thieghs looks blue
but the donut shaped clumps of human flesh cover it up
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Anonymous
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roses are red
violets are purple
you kinda remind me of the woman
on the syrup bottle
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Anonymous
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roses are red
violets are blue
bitch, you be fat
but i'll get with yo u
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This is to gay or should I the unanamous without a name and couldnt amount to be mine. THats cool its actually good for you the critics. Keep up the good work.........
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Anthony Mungia
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This is to gay or should I the unanamous without a name and couldnt amount to be mine. THats cool its actually good for you the critics. Keep up the good work.........
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Anthony Mungia
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Pow-WowsinforthenightHowscome?SaysMR .Durst!Causitantrainingthemtherdeser tsanymore!Wasntitrainingjusttheryest erday?Nosir.Thatwasangelwash!Evrytim ethemthairangelsseesomonegettnsavedb ythatHOLYGHOSTguytheyhavesemselfsapa rty!Abigoneatthat.Prasenandshoutenan dhoopenandhollern!Allthatnoissanough tawakethedead.Spekenofdead,wesuredoseelotofdeadpoetshearonthiswebsite! HEE-HAW!!
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"Anthony "Antsie Mugs" Mungia finally got a fulltime gig as a waitress at the gaybar downtown and became great friends with the bartender "sweety pants" Bob.
It was enough to tie him over during the summer of the great gas war," Big Nasty began while chewing the bag of dorritos brand torta donuts in a bag.

"He was making a good deal more than he was on his paper route "Big Nasty said as she swallowed.

"How much was he making?" the crowd answered back.

"Anthony Mungia was making thirty to forty herpes sores per hour in the noon rush.
Bob the bartender told Anthony that he could easily double that in just a few more hours so he was set.
SOLID!"Big Fat Nasty Bitch hollered.

The big date with Micheal Jackson was just around the corner and Anthony had the Micheal Jackson monkey disease on his broken pooh pooh as a pre existing condition.

The fans becan to talk shit and Anthony Mungia had to live it,and sometimes wear it.
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Anthony Mungia was so happy he was finally going to get to see the Micheal Jackson he had loved all these years. For Years, Anthony "Tony" as his parents call him had been hoping for this day,since his parents placed him on the waiting list to sleep with The thriller Micheal Jackson all those years ago. Micheal Jackson said after waiting for years that Anthony was now to old but Anthony Mungia begged Micheal Jackson and Micheal Jackson didnt want dudes that old but he finally said O.K.! Anthony Mungia was in heaven.
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4. Nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, because thou hast left thy first love.
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6. And he opened his mouth in blasphemy against God, to blaspheme his name, and his tabernacle, and them that dwell in heaven.
7. And it was given unto him to make war with the saints, and to overcome them: and power was given him over all kindreds, and tongues, and nations.
8. And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him, whose names are not written in the book of life of the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world.
9. If any man have an ear, let him hear.
10. He that leadeth into captivity shall go into captivity: he that killeth with the sword must be killed with the sword. Here is the patience and the faith of the saints.
11. And I beheld another beast coming up out of the earth; and he had two horns like a lamb, and he spake as a dragon.
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Every rose has its thorn...
Even before it is born...
As it buds...it’s full of love...
It opens up slow and sure...
What ever the weather...it does endure...
Over time it will fade...
Yet another bud in its place is made...
When one is picked for purpose of love...
It’s as if forgiven...and that is enough...
Life is like the climbing rose...
Life’s little lessons what helps us grow...
When you are picked early...not yet in your season...
Remember this clearly...for LOVE is the reason...
Love never left you...that’s just the way Love goes...
And when they tried to kill Love...
In three days HE AROSE!!!!!!!

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Poetry is of the heart...Thats where it all must start
...If you want religion...Pay no attention...to what is writen...That He is Risen...The 8...lines I'm spitten...Affend you?...HUH...Yea!...I'll do just that...Forever...greatfull...Fa sure...Faithfuly PHAT...Post up...Wrote up...Hold up...Never to let up...Promises are broken...Promis..He spake... Brake...Spoken...always hoggen your attention...As I pray for you...jumper...I'm not flinchen
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Here's my one for the day. It's a stupified day or should I say moment. MY triumph is maximized, perfected, mastered. Here's the untouch, without comment's being against. Really the remarkable for the amaze are stoned as if blazed. It's as if im defended for and no never not offended. From the who not contender's. Like the old school song this is a raid, everybody on the dance floor. I break ankles like everybody can not dance any more. Explore off with my rocket blast off adventure.

It's a must that I bust off all's crust no fuss. Trust me, fell this fissure's mixture as I drop off and deliver. A shiver with a quiver not temperature as if with a fever. No antibiotic's no pain killer's or pain reliever's. Kick back my side kick is on track. This isnt what it is but who is this. No explanation needed, just an ovation of an applause for my not paused clause. No regret no remorse but I blazed all direction's of a course. Check you source not the magazine.
UNTOUCHABLE
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Anthony Mungia
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I thought this was a poetry site, not a "forcing my religion onto others" place.There are other sites for that.

Can you keep it to one a day, man?
Please be polite.
This is not a message board.
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WHO WRITE...WRITE...
WHO GOT WHAT!! !!
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How many times have you walked these streets...
Whatching all the funky people dance to a worldly beat...
Some dance slow...and...some they dance fast...but...
They doing what they can to make the time pass...
What makes some groove...makes the other ones grind...
Is it whats in their hearts or whats in their mind...
So many led blindly through the iron gates...
Not understanding the smoke of their glass 38's...

This is GOD'S WAR...Who's side you fighten for!!!
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Every rose has its thorn...
Even before it is born...
As it buds...it’s full of love...
It opens up slow and sure...
What ever the weather...it does endure...
Over time it will fade...
Yet another bud in its place is made...
When one is picked for purpose of love...
It’s as if forgiven...and that is enough...
Life is like the climbing rose...
Life’s little lessons what helps us grow...
When you are picked early...not yet in your season...
Remember this clearly...for LOVE is the reason...
Love never left you...that’s just the way Love goes...
And when they tried to kill Love...
In three days HE AROSE!!!!!!!

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This may be an eye opener; probably we never
looked at Psalm 23 in this way, even though we
say it over and over again.

The Lord is my Shepherd
That's Relationship

I shall not want
That's Supply

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures
That's Rest

He leadeth me beside the still waters
That's Refreshment

He restoreth my soul
That's Healing

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
That's Guidance

For His name's sake
That's Purpose

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the
shadow of death
That's Testing

I will fear no evil
That's Protection

For Thou art with me
That's Faithfulness

Thou preparest a table before me in the
presence of mine enemies
That's Hope

Thou anointest my head with oil
That's Consecration

My cup runneth over
That's Abundance

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow
me all the days of my life
That's Blessing

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord
That's Security

Forever
That's Eternity!

Face it; the Lord is crazy about you.
What is most valuable is not what we have in our lives,
but WHO we have in our lives.

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You seem to be deleted...as over you…some stood to see
Were you ever needed...beggar of creation...even to some degree?
Like lies and larceny…what you’ve become…will always be
Hold up…Wait a minute…
I’m waking up…and now back in it
Wash the witness…Power for hire…Count these candles…
Bandit…boom…Room full…New moon …
Rock…Rap…all doom…
Grown up too soon…now comes…street sons…
All twelve tons…with a sawed off squirt gun…
To the left and on the right…shipwrecked…neglect…sent into the night
Sifter of the bands…and upon this rock…The Church still stands
Pressing on…one love…one song…
Passing on…what’s right…smashing on…what’s wrong…
A nation carved from the branch of Calhoun County…
Preservation starved…while THEE be sought…praises weed the bounty
Keeper of blessing…knock off…dub…right?
Finding seven…insightfully…in spite of the law
Tore by tantrum…bite the ball...walks the wall…keeps the ransom…
Even the heavens and earth was shook…as I stood in the light…as I write…
Keeping it raw…Revelation’s more than a book…take a look

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Jesus was born in a stable
He was swaddled in a manger
But Jesus is no longer there
Jesus was exiled to Egypt as a child
But He is no longer just there
Jesus astonished the teachers of “The Law”
In Jerusalem at age twelve
And He still astonishes those who seek Hum
Jesus ministered to the infirm and healed the sick
And He still does
Jesus was crucified on a cross at Calvary
And many today continuously crucify Him
in both speech and deeds
Jesus was laid in a borrowed tomb
But Jesus is no longer there
Jesus was resurrected and appeared
to as many as five hundred
And today many know
Jesus as their personal Savior
Jesus ascended to be at the right hand of God
And He has prepared a place there
for you to be with Him
JESUS LIVES NOW

He is omnipresent (everywhere)
He is omnipotent (all powerful)
He is omniscient (all knowing)

Jesus is knocking at your heart’s door,
Open it and He will come in!
From: Time…To: Time…

Today is the appointed time
to accept Salvation
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow has not yet come
Now is the proper time to open the door
At death the Spirit returns to God who gave it
The body returns to dust from whence it came
Ah, but the soul you have a choice

Don’t be found dead before you choose
It will be either Heaven or Hell
From: Time…To: Time…

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Searching the Sunday morning website
As if you were to be in the lost and found
Upon this very page I did start to write
All those faithful passages as I drowned
Every notion every cry that gives off light
The inner dwelling of growth and excelling
Rooted in worship, accuracy, and what is right
Knowledge is king not checking my spelling
Desperately seeking to be freed in His sight
Let Freedom Ring was the pause before sound
Please listen in as this story I am telling
4 anyone thinking their alone in this fight
Pick up your cross is what I'm yelling
Take cover as we prepare for the final round
Protection is granted by day and by night
For He is risen and he has been defeated
Final Destination...pick it up and read it
Only on one side can you choose to be
My friend…lost in sin
I never did find you till you Found me

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It’s all out War, The Battle...dip, shake, and rattle
Every noise goes unheard...only to clear is the flip boys swear word
As I walk these streets untouched by the legions of defeat...
Post pardon as if I can’t be breached...Saving the soul that the devil stole...
Protected by the savor of the Saviors…blood…
Crimson tie-died through thirty two layers…now comes the flood…
Tiptoe…never yo!...Loud as C.N.N. on game day…
With a flow…to help ya know…that you in the mix of a power play…
From within the mind and within the heart…the unseen grounds are torn apart…
Product: doom and gloom in the eye…sky’s are grey…
“It’s the world around you…It a be O.K.”
Lies…all…Lies…you can live today…fall to your knees…before you fall as prey…
…to the Prince of the air…to those times you cant bare…to “Life just isn’t fair”
Untapped authority you do share…
Stand up…for whets right…
Stand up…as a bright shining light in the night…
Stand up…for He has risen…
Break loose those chains…bring down those walls of your prison…
Swear the word…for it’s your decision…
The Living word…live life as a mission…
Pick up your cross…and follow Him…that is…JESUS…
The Battle is won…from within…He will lead us…
Cause…a life lived in sin…is the life He has freed us…
Planting this seed…in ground that the enemy has fled…
Come now Master…Impart on what has been said…
Closer to you…for the red, white, and blue…
For being all so true…and for being what you do…
Raise up the click…the band…that you might keep them as your right hand…
As it is your footprints in the sand…To shew unto all…You are the man…


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GOOD MORNING ALL!!!
Hope your ready to ball...but...
if your not ready...just forward this call...
Wont show no pride...not here to boast...
the message from this sides...still got devils to toast...
Its written on the wall...or page...as you see...
Its me...number three...in the Holy Trinity...
Hope you got your rest...and as you prayed...I hope your sins you did confess...
I want to see you on my list...sent down to me from Pop...
as I continue to reap the harvest...I hear that I've been dissed...
So if your names not at the top...your name I'll have to drop...
And...
all, the what could have been’s,...surely will be missed...
Be patient and kind...think before you speak...my friend or my foe...
the earth belongs to the meek...for the Scripture tells you so...
if you seek...youll surly find...
Eye for an eye...tooth for a tooth...and...maybe a clue or two...
Filled with righteousness, forgiveness, hope and truth...
Life and death and all in between...recorded instruction just for you...
Some shall pass on through Heavens pearly gate...
and for others...
it becomes to late...and the lake of fire shall become their final fate...
to us…no longer to be seen…
Eternity is a mighty long time...forever’s forever you see…
and that is why that you will find...
hip-hop and Scripture…unique and clean…
so you can hear the picture… in every line of my rhyme...
Holy Spirit…use this ol broken down shell…
to grab the mind…of those that read this if only one time…
to save them…
let them hear it right from where they dwell…that will be bought into hell…
from the “we are the world” yard sale…

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Prepare yourself…like a thief in the night…
He’s coming…He’s coming…to make every wrong, right…
Everyone will see…bowing down to one knee…
The small, the great, and even the Mighty…
Focus finds…the man that was hung on the tree…
And boy oh boy what a day that will be…
So…if you are lost…in those backtracking black sea’s…
Of wicked…it’s a small world…imageries…
Those dark places where monsters roam like…
In never ending bad dreams…
You must not fear…as it’s being made clear…
That…things are not what they seem…
But stay very close…for they will pay…
Dearly throughout eternity…
And on all corners…from coast to coast…
They B ready 2 propose a toast…
Of the un-pure trinity…
So…double up…as we must post…up…
And let Him fill your cup…
For the battle has just begun…
Of the souls…of everyone…
That is under this midnight sun…
So…take up your cross…
PICK…IT…UP…
Let no harm be done…
And forget your loss…
Because He loves you most…child…
Stand in the light…as you fight…
For the winning team.

Revelation 19-22


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Dose it seem to you as well...
that several of your thoughts are unanswered and fatal when swallowed?
Does it seem to you as well...
that off a cliff your "friends" just followed?
Does it seem to you as well...
that camp fires burn forever when they are not put out?
Does it seem to you as well...
that you offer nothing in return and can’t be heard...even when you shout?
Does it seem to you as well...
that most the affection that you retrieve...infected reflection...you’re only deceived?
Does it seem to you as well...
that when Adam fell...our due reward is to end up in HELL?
Does it seem to you as well...
that love is what you claim to sell...but when love is all we need...
that’s when you start to bail?
Does it seem to you as well...
that the life you live the game...of...going off the rails on a crazy train?
Does it seem to you as well...
that what you really need...you don’t posses...and...
the more you take...the bigger the mess?
If this be you...that feeds off the zoo...then ask for love...and seek the truth...against the grain...and keep your sanity...stand out from the rest of this inhumane humanity...be born of Him...uproot the weed...you cant know Him...because of your good deed...be a faithful servant...not of this world...
Alien you say?
...I say...O.K.?

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I'd really appreciate it if you’d put up a fight...
Soul-food for two...means more in the light...
Times are hard...yes indeed...
This is true...so take heed...
…But...
Ya gotta keep ya head up...
The next one could be your card...
You’re ACE in the hole...
God's Grace in one roll...
…Live life...Love long...
Put the nail in one hit at a time...
Turning rhyme to a song...

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My walk in life was all so true,
I will be back again
But your walks not yet through.
Using creative expression,
To continue my lesson…
Be as a example my friend,
As I’ve done for you.
Angels…The Spirit
Righteous found in this clue…
For the battle is over… us!
Everyone must hear the truth,
Bust….Trust….
On the side you choose my love!


Ephesians 2, 3

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You don’t sound good...Can’t control your tone...
In the neverwood...You’re under score...sure has shone...
And there you stood...right were you stand...
Answer me this..."Why Do You Live?"...what's your life for?...
Do you give...cure?...or...are you a sore?...
Dot to dot...the cris-cross guy...
Answers why with a fatal lie...
The living dead...dead above ground...haven’t you heard?...
The blood is shed...seek ye the WORD...enjoy the sound...the soul is to be fed...
Full-forced to be crowned...Cut all ties...burn all bridges...I thought you new?...
Witches get Stitches!!! Foo

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Dam the moment of truth. Exposed without the booth. Here's the breathe of life. Here's the clay transformed into flesh. The breathe that gave the heart a fellow friend a beat. Out from semented poured concrete. A falling leaf. In jurassic time a fossil know print. Out the dark tint. In clear vision's view. Ever so beautiful ever so visible. No not the crucial conflict. No situation of god' evil creation. No the birth of life. Or should I say the way of life. This here said day and night. Mournings dew evaporateing and nights density becomeing. Out here runing quickly stinging when im stunnig. Dizzyness when im circleing your appearence. Couldn't cant no could you get in this blessed protest quest. The best to the test so rest. So as you sleep in beauty lay and be in harmony's melody's flow's of beat's. Beseat.
BESEA TED
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At the age where childhood granted at the begining stardum. Like Full house the Ulson twins. Is big as the moon on a day that is full. Glowing and shineing like twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder where you are. Where art thou like romeo and juliet. The capulet and montegue still spill at him or you. Johnny Hollywoood wherers knoxville with Michael Jackson a killer thriller. Because this is thriller and the night is out. SHOCK
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Johnny Hollywood ran along with the boxcar and grabbed on to the door and climbed inside to see if there was any vacantcies. It had been a rough winter since sweet Bertha had done got gone, Johnny Hollywood had burnt every piece of furniture for heat during the winter of the gas war and shaved his head at Christmas so He would'nt look like Jesus Christ Superstarsince the Cross Threaded Lesbian Mafia Union had split into two cults and the crazier of the bunch had begun killing everyone who resembled Christ a motzaball. Begining with Dimebag Darrel.

Johnny Hollywood started with...
"Why I remember the time me and sweet Bertha was fighting the second cival war and she had run off with the best shovel on "A.H.L.D." {All Holy Landscapers Day} and I could'nt get the river unless I swam".
The microphone sang with untrained feedback.

The biggest of the corn fed heffers looked up from the troft, slop running down her bib.
"Red flag, red flag" cried the microchip inside Johnny F.N. Holllywoods mind.
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Johnny Hollywood ran along with the boxcar and grabbed on to the door and climbed inside to see if there was any vacantcies. It had been a rough winter since sweet Bertha had done got gone, Johnny Hollywood had burnt every piece of furniture for heat during the winter of the gas war and shaved his head at Christmas so He would'nt look like Jesus Christ Superstarsince the Cross Threaded Lesbian Mafia Union had split into two cults and the crazier of the bunch had begun killing everyone who resembled Christ a motzaball. Begining with Dimebag Darrel.

Johnny Hollywood started with...
"Why I remember the time me and sweet Bertha was fighting the second cival war and she had run off with the best shovel on "A.H.L.D." {All Holy Landscapers Day} and I could'nt get the river unless I swam".
The microphone sang with untrained feedback.

The biggest of the corn fed heffers looked up from the troft, slop running down her bib.
"Red flag, red flag" cried the microchip inside Johnny F.N. Holllywoods mind.
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Luke 10:19-- Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.

Matthew 13:39-- The enemy that sowed them is the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; and the reapers are the angels.

Revelation 1:3-- Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein: for the time is at hand.
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YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO A PARTY

GUEST OF HONOR: Jesus Christ

DATE: Every day. Some people set aside December
25th, but any date will do.

TIME: Whenever you're ready. Please don't be too
late though, or you'll miss out on all the fun.

PLACE: In your heart. He'll meet you there
you'll hear Him knock.

ATTIRE: Come as you are. Grubbies are okay as
He'll be washing our clothes anyway. He said something
about new white robes and crowns for
everyone who stays till the last.

TICKETS: Admission is free. He already paid for
everyone. He says you wouldn't have been able to afford it anyway-it
cost Him everything He had!

REFRESHMENTS: New wine, bread and a far-out drink He calls "living
water." This will be followed by a supper, that promises to be out of this
world.

GIFT SUGGESTIONS: Your heart. He's one of those
people who already has everything else. (He's very generous in return
though-just wait see what He has for you!)

ENTERTAINMENT: Joy, Peace, Truth, Light, Life,
Love, Real Happiness, Communion with God, Forgiveness, Miracles,
Healing, Power, Eternity in
Paradise.......and much more! (All rated "G" so
bring your family and friends)

RSVP: Very Important! He must know ahead, so He
can reserve a spot for you at the table. Also, He's keeping a list of
His friends for future reference. He calls it the "Lamb's Book of Life."

PARTY GIVEN BY: His Kids. That's us! Hope To See
You There! Let us rejoice and be glad and give Him glory! For the
wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready. Fine
linen, bright and
clean, was given her to wear. (Fine linen stands for
the righteous acts of the saints) Blessed are those who are invited to the
wedding supper of the Lamb! Revelation 19:7-9

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"LET'S GET HIGH"

My body numb, my mind was blank,
the drugs I smoked, they smelled so rank.
This world of mine, had reached an end,
the drugs I did, were my best friend.
Then Jesus said, "Give me a try,
come walk with Me, and let's get high."
But the only high I'd ever known,
was artificial, just on loan.

"It's just a lie, the proof you'll see,
throw down those drugs, get high on Me."
"The drugs you do, they make you blind,
you search for answers, you'll never find."

"For surely with the drugs you use,
your life will cease, and you will lose."
"The high you need, you can not buy,
partake of me, and you'll never die!"

I made a move that darkened day,
to give up drugs, to stay away.
The inner peace, for which I'd looked,
I found in Christ, and I was hooked!

The drugs we take, they can not please us,
if you want life, get high on Jesus!


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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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Im blank, my thought is off. No balance no image im blind. I see but I can not make anything out. Shit im sinking into the pitts of life. Trip out the jokes all words of suicide are alls kamakosi. Educated with bullshit. Like fuck all that with a big FT. This is someshit im out of words and life just doesn't mean shit. Lies no not anymore of a life no where near hardcore. Im still outdoors and as off I sore I want more. Energize me pump me up the electric flow. So like edison is where you pay your bill. Fuck submitting my quit as im full of lifes all bullshit.
call this bullshit
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LOVE A ROSE


Every rose has its thorn...
Even before it is born...
As it buds...it’s full of love...
It opens up slow and sure...
What ever the weather...it does endure...
Over time it will fade...
Yet another bud in its place is made...
When one is picked for purpose of love...
It’s as if forgiven...and that is enough...
Life is like the climbing rose...
Life’s little lessons what helps us grow...
When you are picked early...not yet in your season...
Remember this clearly...for LOVE is the reason...
Love never left you...that’s just the way Love goes...
And when they tried to kill Love...
In three days HE AROSE!!!!!!!

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Every rose has its thorn...even before it is born...as it buds...its full of love...it opens up slow and sure...what ever the wether...it does endure...over time it will fade...yet another bud in its place is made...when one is picked for purpose of love...its as if forgiven...and that is enough...life is like the climbing rose...lifes little lessons what helps us grow...when you are picked early...not yet in your season...remember this clearly...for LOVE is the reason...Love never left you...thats just the way Love goes...and when they tried to kill Love...in three days HE AROSE!!!!!!!
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The Rose

Red roses were her favorites,
her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them,
tied with pretty bows.
The year he died,
the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine,"
like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses,
and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year,
than last year on this day.
My love for you will always grow,
with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time
that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses
in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know,
that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early,
way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy,
everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems,
Then, sat the vase
beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours,
in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture,
and the roses sitting there.
A year went by,
and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude,
that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour,
as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses,
sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in,
and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone,
to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him,
if he would explain, Why would someone
do this to her, causing her such pain?

"I know your husband passed away,
more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call,
and you would want to know.
The flowers you received today,
were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead,
he left nothing to chance.
There is a standing order,
that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance,
you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing,
that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...he did
this years ago.
Then, should ever I find out that he's
no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent,
to you the following year."
She thanked him and hung up the phone,
her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached
to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had
written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence,
this is what he wrote...
"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've
been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.
I know it must be lonely, and the pain is
very real.
Or if it was the other way, I know how I
would feel.
The love we shared made everything so
beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you
were the perfect wife.
You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.
When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.

Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop.
When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock.
He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt.
To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him.
And place the roses where we are, together once again.
Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;
Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.
Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop;
Someone who makes you believe that there
really is good in the world.
Someone who convinces you that there really is an
unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.
This is Forever Friendship.
This is the sacred RED ROSE.

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You are within every slice of light
I've ever seen, known

or ever will know
shining beyond any celestial force

I adore you past all meas ure


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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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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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all that fine photography wasted on such an ugly subject

a layer of vomit soaks my mind with regergitating thoughts of the farthest planet away from love
away from every hope and dream
an undesireable sentance
no one should have to live through.
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Johnny Hollywood looked thru the phone book franticly searching for new writers to spread stories about him because, stop me if you heard this one before, the usual ones were drawing Johnny Hollywood as the bad guy in every picture
he found "Lies Lies Lies..."
and ended up leaving a message because no one was open

"Hi I need better lies told about me,T hanks"
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Johnny F.N. Hollywood rocked the cat box with the seven solos from the ballad of the umbrella stealer.

even with the new line
thats O.K. sometimes
"She'll shit another one out
just you wait and see"

in place of ....

thats O.K. sometimes
'cause ain't nobody knows who theys daddy be.
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Let's start off with the answer
so at least we'll both be clear
There's got to be a purpose, friend
a reason we're all here
It's more than just survival
that's too basic, all agreed?
For once you've got that covered
there's a soul still left to feed
So what shall be your mission
so you'll say you've truly lived?
How best to capture grains of time
that pass right through life's sieve?
To me the answer's easy
for just few things really matter
And given choice of shape or soul
I'd have to choose the latter
See, cash alone won't cut it
but you'd best not do without
And power can move mountains
but it's not what life's about
And freedom's good for getting
but no fun if it's just you
You'll need others to share
So serving others ranks high too
But one thing reigns supreme
and trumps all others on this quest
The act of giving love
is what shall make our life its best
For fleeting are the trappings
and with shells shall pass away
But spirit grows eternal
be the love we share today
For by our true and present love
our pasts we nullify
The only way to live, therefore
is love....before you die

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Johnny Hollywood got on the elevator marked heaven and pushed the button to close the door and the button marked heaven, standing next to the biggest smelliest woman who ever had four buttocks

the elevator jerked and strained and rock and rolled back and forth.

Johnny Hollywood became very nervous and tried to spark up some conversation hoping to get up with the circus lady while they waited.

"When me and sweet Bertha was fighting in the second cival war we used to have to hunt our own dogs and cats fer dinner" Johnny Hollywood began his unorthadoxed method utilizing a series of pick up lines that only work at the state fair hog calling contests
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Johnny Hollywood got off his horse and tied it out front of the C.T.L.M.'s Union Hall and Bingo Party's main entrance when they saw he had the C.T.L.M.(Cross Threaded Lesbian Mafia)brand heavy duty bingo chips in his holster they let him cut to the front of the line. Once inside the secret lesbian casino and burning goat cheese bar he went straight to the bar and ordered the bulldyke massage and then two desiel dyke massages right afterwards without motzerella and then asked the nice lady with a crew cut if "he could get this here molar filled" and started watching the great pillsbury battle on the radar screen above the stuffed moose.The lord split the bar into with a bolt of lightening and the entire congergation fell into an unholy mosh pit that would make your eyes water then a bust of Ben Franklin fell off the wall and broke into pieces on the floor.The Lord spoke to Johnny Hollywood"You will play a Gibson S.G.,Johnny Hollywoodtwo pick-ups,double cut away,Blood red in color""This is good news" Said Johnny Hollywood."Can I have a Corvette to match Muff Muffs eyes too?"

God then struck two of the biggest meanest looking bingo hall bouncers dead,one had a goatee and the other almost ready to retire from the C.T.L.M.U. with a full pension,it seemed a shame almost,that close after all those years she had in.So anyway, Johnny took that as a sign meaning the answer was NO!and decieded if he won the lottery he could get one and just have it painted then he went out to the shed to burn more guitars."I'm working on a plan to get "Love boat reruns piped in to the outhouse and your cell" Said Johnny Hollywoods hot whorecop hypnotist.

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Question? In my supposed assumeing seven hour sleep, was there a car accident in the am time? For the haunts of the evil ghost that wondered in mind and lerked about imageination. In deep sleep with unknown creep creep. Nightmares of scares of spiritual reality. Simply the bases where domains of others do not welcome the uninviteing. Paralyzeing the seizure of convulsions awakeness. A fallen vase shattered into pieces of lost memories. Sad depressing dreams of untold storie's.

I awake out of slumber in deep sleep. Where I love not to like to creep creep. The sacraficeing sheep are given to the andacondas to suffercate. Stop not allowing to in the blood stream circulate flow of life. No oxygen no advice for the after shock of dark lights frights might. So squeezing tight like a down ferocious bite. Guilleteen's power down crushing and smashing.

Ha!Ha! You can't kill death that is already dead. Dead alive liveing as you together collide. Murder dead murder to relive death already slaughtered. Murder the dead and the dead will still be liveing. As in deep sea's is darkness where you are not winning. Question? As I was in my slumber was there any accident's I wonder. As I roar like thunder and strike like lighting. Are a bit in dark in frighting.
Lets call this one. Quest ion?
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It's as if the extremeist are against reality's truest protest. I mean really wakeing up every morning is as if a retarded person can barely tie there shoes. Or better yet can barely put there belts on correctly and not in reverse. So back to square one. Sadly so in remarks where you left me stunned. As if tazard with a tazer gun. Drunk as if drunk off of red rum.

No my purpose hasn't one really. I don't understand the concept of knowing it all. Trust me as if knowing it all is I know. Remarkably so with for against a friend or foe. Off on my daily stoll. With a submission of death I call my death hold roll. Wow how is daily life ever so. To wake shower, change. To out walk in day so durange, strange. This here producer a commor user of intellect dilect to effect your medula ablangata.

Simpleness here with out an actual purpose. Don't curse this mysterious conquest I off my chest lay down to rest. This play write script isn't any type of magic. Is no where defineing eratic. I have awoken from nightmares hell's. What's my purpose as if Neo in the Matrix. The red or blue bill drug's honestly sicken me so don't offer or give them to me. Just a joke so if you feel my sarcasm please do laugh. Like an officer checking your ball's in the hall's lift and caugh.

Here with out a purpose, purposely to prosper as proven prospect I am. I am not in a jam, but this hand is a hammer that down will slam. Grand how do I stand tall like a young stunning sophisticated man. Band with my atribute not allowed to contribute to my diary's of who is ultimately really sane me. Beautifully from your's truely how can I put how I put
logic's realism. Not in square but in prizm. My mind is down up from underground all in here around loud like a surround sound. Lets call this my mind

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Go now
be in the permanent dreamstate

he's waiting for your there
you will have coffee and you can make him banana bread
up in the clouds

it will be empty here, but

You don't have to be breathing
to live

inside my heart
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Lost and Lonely
Once, not long ago
I feared what the morrow
Might hold
Lonely, scared, never
Having been on my own
I did not think I could
Make it alone
But as the season change
So did I
I became- a little wise,
For I realized
I would live, not die
For GOD can mend a broken heart
A shattered dream
A life torn apart
He bides His time
While meeting
Your needs
And as on the wings
Of a bird, He can set
You free...
So let Him have
His time
And do not rush
Him so
And you will find
A life and love
Better than you could
Have chose
Your humble servant
Morgan Dotson



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The penny hits the bottom of the empty tip jar
with a hollow ping
I scrounge up the most sincere smile I can muster
as a thank-you for the fellows generosity
In this game its never a penny for your thoughts
its a penny for your time.
I have decided I wont speak for an entire week
six days in and no one has noticed yet
save the occasional person holding a empty gin and tonic
as I walk past,
no one has noticed me since he stopped.
He got in his little truck and
drove across the continent.
oh,
oh, I see
no, really its okay.
my mistake.
I'll get you a refill.
enjoy your night.
I'll cry under my breath now.
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Pretynd
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a fresh clean towel should contain and leave animal hair on your face.

True or false?

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WeW...I fell better
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On this day of thanks, I must confess,
my burden seems so light.
And I thank you for your Spirits gift,
that inspires me to write.
I thank you for that rugged cross,
where you died for me that day.
And thank you for your precious blood,
that washed my sins away.
I thank you for the gift of faith,
that keeps me going strong.
And thank you for your soon return;
I know it won't be long.
I thank you for your loving arms,
that hold me in the night.
And thank you Lord, for wisdom found,
that gave me strength to fight.
I thank you for your blessings full,
that rest upon my life.
And thank you for your perfect choice,
when choosing me a wife.
I thank you for my Family Lord,
and all the Love we share.
And thank you for my parent's love,
that has put me in your care.
I thank you for the Father God,
who sent you to this earth.
And for the Holy Spirit's power,
who conceived your virgin birth.
I thank you for your Holy Word,
that guides my every thought.
The inspired words of God himself,
that the Holy Spirit taught.

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For better or for worse I made a choice not long ago
to wish a different world and then pursue my present course
And some may think I'm cursed for choosing such a path of woe
with all its ups and downs yet through it all I've no remorse
This path that I traverse to some who watch seems quite unsure
no clear and present jackpot with a payoff much delayed
Though tempted to reverse I've since decided to endure
and simply based on faith I'll have the things for which I've prayed
Despite an empty purse my morals still remain unsold
I've stayed true to my standards of the things I just won't do
The pressures were adverse but soon I'll have my pot of gold
when riches of another kind come fully into view
One day as if rehearsed I'll reach the goal for which I strive
And everything once wished for at that time will then be mine
Investments reimbursed when I arrive alive to thrive
What's worse will then get better and better yet... all by de sign!

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Infinity


Infinity lets start from zero. Your one which starts first. Im zero like sub zero freezeing the box charts cold. This is no mock or no joke to any. So for the plenty on the ship. On there trip with there lip. Dont trip as you clash and as you crash with this head on collision. Like titanic you wont survive the hypothermia caused from the treaturous sea. Ha its me wicked so wickedly with a purpose. A purpose in poetry.

A mind that locks that back cocks. Like a nine millermeter glock. A ground metalic rock. Super nova from the sky. A shower of falling stars. So when you run out of gas and expload. Ill manage to again reload. You couldn't bench press my onslaughts press. So as im continueing on pressing forth. This here out
sorts me from the last resort. Checked in the best of sweats. As i devour you the tasteing sweats.

What do you say when the day was hard and didnt go your way? Fuck that day and tomorrow I hope it may blow in the direction of your way. So i dont a image portray. What to many is a burdan dead out layed.
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A mother seems to specialize in doing thoughtful deeds,
Before you ask she understands your problems and your needs.
Quietly she does her best to help, inspire and cheer,
And everything looks brighter right away because she is near.
She always has a lot to do but still finds time to spare,
To listen and to give advice because she really cares.
She helps because she wants to, she finds joy in being kind,
And making others happy is the first thing on her mind.
She makes this world a better place by practicing the art,
Of reaching out to others and by giving from the heart.

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Grief never ends,
But it changes.
It's a passage,
Not a place to stay.
The sense of loss
Must give way
If we're to value
The life that was lived.
Grief is not a sign of weakness,
Nor lack of faith,
It is the price of love.

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For as long as I can remember…
You were always by my side,
To give me support, confidence and help.

For as long as I can remember…
You were always the person I looked up to,
So strong, so sensitive, so pretty.
For as long as I can remember…
You always provided stability within our family,
Full of laughter, full of tears, full of love.
For as long as I can remember…
And still today,
You are everything a mother should be.
Whatever I have become is because of you…
… and I thank you forever for our relation ship.

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DD
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I'm glad there's you to smile at me
And brighten up my day,
To share my thoughts and understand
The things I do and say
I'm glad there's you to laugh with me
At ordinary things,
To show me what is special,
In everything life brings.
I'm glad there's you to be with,
And I think it's time you knew,
Just how happy you have made me
And how glad I am there's you!

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DD
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Love is patient, Love is kind
Love is not jealous, is not proud.
Is not puffed up,
It does not behave badly.
Love does not easily get angry,
It does not think evil.
Love does not rejoice in iniquity,
But rejoices in the truth.
Love bears all things, believes all things
Hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never Fails.

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DD
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Better to give than receive...Better not give me the disease...You will reap what you sow...What is not watered...will not grow...Shame and guilt...is not my reward...crashing the party...with a two edged sward...Rome was not built in a day...boys to men...when asked to stay...lost in silence...broken promise play...white washed patriot...cost cause...loose lips...moonlight trips...too without clue...Grown up grounding...close call ballers...Hevean help us...and...Father forgive them...teaching you now...as a backyard pitcher...get ye first...before...and...after...Hate me now...and later I'll shed sacred skin...only to will thee to He that knows no sin!!!
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DD
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i have lost you
you have slipped thru my hands
all my love is gone
and cant be replaced
other than drinking i have no other plans
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Anonymous
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the ha ha ha ha ha
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Anonymous
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do you try to hurt me.....mabey noy but that is what is feels like....a knife cutting to the bone i am filled to the brin with pain a sadness!!!
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me_______
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july 4 - 2005

i hope that on the day when you wake up and realize what you have lost that you cry sooooooooooooooo hard it breaks your heart and in return all you are left with is nothing but a heart ache.....fuck you you fuckin fucker.........

I also hope you endure life long problems from your drinking problem.......you are such an asshole...and be ashamed...be very ashamed ... for what kind of a man does what you did....I'll tell you... its plain and simple...you are not a man...you are an alcoholic who abandoned his child.....when you die ... I hope you rot in hell you sick fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!wow..do i feel better.... ;~)
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Anonymous
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You dont want love...You want push and shove...for you know not...only rot...get got...forgot...no never forget...theres only one love...from above...true enough...put your faith in Him...future not so dim...going out on a limb...dont drown but swim...He holds the key...through Him you will see...praises on the spot...hark a heveanly what....what...love comes rolling in...and beats down thoses walls of sin
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DD
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the mindfuck puzzle remains unsolved until love looks into your eyes and rips out your heart and stomps the living shit out of the aforementioned heart under the midnight stars
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Anonymous
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to not know who you love
would be to love the unknown

as to know what you love
is to want yesterday to be everyday
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Anonymous
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the love is gone
and has been replaced with lies
to me to my face
the one i love has made me a fool
but the one has no name
to borrow the name to become

imposter

my heart asks why
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Anonymous
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What Would Jesus Do?
Lord, throughout this day,
As I try to follow You,
Let this be my rule to live by:
What would Jesus Do?

When a friend or loved one
Asks me for a moment or two,
May I think of one thing only:
What Would Jesus Do?

In all my dealings, help me
To be honest, fair and true,
To measure each decision by:
What Would Jesus Do?

When I'm feeling troubled
And I turn in prayer to You,
Give me wisdom to decide:
What Would Jesus Do?

And let me promise each new day
To live my whole life through,
In love and peace, remembering"
What Would Jesus Do?

Then when the day is ended,
May I resolve anew
To guide tomorrow by the motto:
What Would Jesus Do?



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Anonymous
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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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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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What do you say when you see Love?
Love at first sight is plane out of sight.
Im in love as you tell a friend.
Looking at you like the sex would like to slap you.
In a way as saying you know love not.
In a way you should think of thought.
In a way in battle you should have fought.

What do you do when the chills come across your back?,and the feel is of real love.
Go with the flow and like sun light so bright just glow.
Uttering the up most fullest extreme.
Like eraseing from outer space is a light beam.

An illusion of realitys vision but do you want to believe? Shoot that was to explicit like a nude beach at site. The innerness felt is sorrowness that melts.
What can you say when love turns away.
As you tell your friend that helps with a helping hand. Comeing with a back hand across your face ran.
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Anthony Mungia
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Raping me was fun for him.
After, he asked me how I liked it.
Perhaps he already lived in a cell,
Ex-communicated, soul-deaf.
I told him and he laughed, stroked me.
So? He was boss. On top.
A woman wanted that, no?
Crying, crying, I said nothing.
Rape was a wound across my sky.
I saw blackness beyond the blue.
My life was twisted, like those girders
Earthquakes throw brutally to the ground.
After such helplessness, what hope?
Going on with my life in blackness,
A black sky, black rage in my heart,
In my mind an endless blackness,
Nothing within me but blackness
Screamed at the boy no longer there,
The screams like walls I took with me,
The walls of screams protecting me,
How could I love without seeing?
Even so, the light pierced me,
Shattering the cell of fury,
Opening my heart again
Under a new sun, once more
Laughing in the chill of fear.
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Anonymous
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Memorizeing in days where famous quotes are underlineing. Hypnotizeing pyscosis in hypnosis like an inhale with exhale of parlyzeing potion. Feel the motion above as if on the ocean. Talking to myself ia all bordum again. Why though? A question of stupidity from a mind thoughtless. So the media still at my neck. Like an earthquake I hit the deck. Ducking and covering but the poperatzi necklects to bring me in. Looking away walking and thinking astray. No I am not your pet or animal to chain. Though I am the thunder storm to just rain. So what to think as the day falls to a shrink. Red not pink the nights color of the sky in sorrow like a sorrow goodbye. Why oh why what not a wonderful day. Like I have high hopes but I hopes seem not to have me. Oh you poor little thing running to drugs and now your looking for me. How could this be a melody not of harmony for you to me. I gone no explanation for this english story.
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Anthony Mungia
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Memorizeing in days where famous quotes are underlineing. Hypnotizeing pyscosis in hypnosis like an inhale with exhale of parlyzeing potion. Feel the motion above as if on the ocean. Talking to myself ia all bordum again. Why though? A question of stupidity from a mind thoughtless. So the media still at my neck. Like an earthquake I hit the deck. Ducking and covering but the poperatzi necklects to bring me in. Looking away walking and thinking astray. No I am not your pet or animal to chain. Though I am the thunder storm to just rain. So what to think as the day falls to a shrink. Red not pink the nights color of the sky in sorrow like a sorrow goodbye. Why oh why what not a wonderful day. Like I have high hopes but I hopes seem not to have me. Oh you poor little thing running to drugs and now your looking for me. How could this be a melody not of harmony for you to me. I gone no explanation for this english story.
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Anthony Mungia
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Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy', our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot;
My soul please take!
Amen


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Anonymous
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I Refuse to Be Discouraged
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 love 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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Anonymous
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Again and again I bend and I bend. You concubine so beatiful and fine. In tangle and twine in circles I am as you find. Bitter and sweet the sourness of a lemons lime. Opening up a mind one of a kind in this mine one life time. Here and here I shine. As if in mathematics I multiply. Im very much out of my mind. As you can tell as if in a spell oh well. Now listen as I glisten and up and down I twist them. This is to me as to thee funny. Im the joker like up and smoke the smoker. Smokeing like a chimeny. Im just board all aboard and watch as I conduct the transfer. Like the master blaster. The ultimate slayer. A scene of amazement as if god sent a me new old descent. Like rent this shit is due for a fool or just for you. Any ways its as if I were high and blaze. Naturally elevated unsedated and unrelated. Please i wish for my pieces to commented on. I would appreciate much love and respect from yours truly me.
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Anthony Mungia
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Ticked off a fire cracker popping off. I cant let off and nor can I ignore to sweat it all off. Blaxe at the spot where like fire im so hot. You think otherwise, otherwise think not. Plotting and jotting as your reading and spotting an allusion I bring. The sound of a door bell you could not no here my ring. Causeing deafness in a quick comeing swift mist. Over and over calling red rover. If you spot my dop I hope he is not ticked off. I wasted my time in the mind of a poet in on the grind. Undefined so this movie do not rewind in the mind of the absolute confused.
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Anthony Mungia
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The day goes about windy its way. Its manifest as of a flower new out its bloom. The shine of day so poetic unjustified. As if static shock shook breaking of your lock. Diveing off a dock as the summers day is so hot. to cool off out of distraught. No longer in day am i lost and the cost took a press of a key to on her now be. Its the newest poetic puzzleman. Poetic minded freestyle here so dont mind it. called just n ow
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Anthony Mungia
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today she sits staring at the deep sky wondering what has life given.
heartache after heartache
death after death
love after love
she looks and all she does is wonder
what is my life worth
what have i given
in the all she is left is with is q uestions.
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Anonymous
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"Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began,
"I'll open up your heart..."
"You'll fi nd Jesus there," the boy
interrupted.
The surgeon looked up, annoyed "I'll
cut your heart open," he continued,
to see how much damage has been
done..."

"But when you open up my heart, you'll
find Jesus in there," said the boy.

The surgeon looked to the parents, who
Sat quietly. "When I see how much
damage has been done, I'll sew your
heart and chest back up, and I'll plan
what to do next."

"But you'll find Jesus in my heart. The
Bible says He lives there. The
hymns all say He lives there. You'll
find Him in my heart."

The surgeon had had enough. "I'll tell
you what I'll find in your heart.
I'll find damaged muscle, low blood
supply, and weakened vessels.
And I'll find out if I can make you well."

"You'll find Jesus there too. He lives
there."

The surgeon left.
The surgeon sat in his office, recording his
notes from the surgery, "...damaged aorta, damaged
pulmonary vein, widespread muscle degeneration.
No hope for transplant, no hope for cure. Therapy:
painkillers and bed rest. Prognosis:, "
here he paused, "death within one year."

He stopped the recorder, but there was
more to be said. "Why?" he asked aloud.
"Why did You do this? You've put
him here; You've put him in this pain; and
You've cursed him to an early death. Why?"

The Lord answered and said, "The boy,
My lamb, was not meant for your
flock for long, for he is a part of My
flock, and will forever be.
Here, in My flock, he will feel no pain, and
will be comforted as you cannot imagine.
His parents will one day join him here,
and they will know peace, and
My flock will continue to grow."

The surgeon's tears were hot, but his
anger was hotter. "You created that
boy, and You created that heart. He'll
be dead in months. Why?"

The Lor d answered, "The boy, My lamb,
shall return to My flock, for He has
Done his duty: I did not put My lamb
with your flock to lose him, but to retrieve another
lost lamb."

The surgeon wept.. The surgeon sat
beside the boy's bed; the boy's
parents sat across from him. The boy awoke and
whispered, "Did you cut open my heart?"

"Yes," said the surgeon.

"What did you find?" asked the boy.

"I found Jesus there," said the
surgeon.


Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me,
I will be ashamed of you before
my Father.."

"Yes, I do Love
God. He is my source of existence and
Savior. He keeps me functioning each
and everyday. Without Him, I will be
nothing. Without him, I am nothing,
but with Him I can do all things through
Christ that strengthens me."

(Phil 4:13)
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Anonymous
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hum and ha for years is what you would like me to do
but I will have no tell of that because its no way for
anyone to live especially when noone would be around
except all the dead bodies scattered all over the ground
and they are to still to give out the gifts I so willingly deserve because of my surrender to my coun try
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Anonymous
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Lost in Hollywood...If you would tell...the Hell you live...the bread you feed ...to the unborn seed with wings...God grant me rhyme...one line...one...through the nine that the devil stole...show Your favor...pieces of these broken dreams...Hear my prayer...Pulling strings...down comes the blinds...now picking teams...street push-ups...yo!
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DD
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this is a safe place
it hides me from the rat race
so that I do not have stare
true love in the face
In here I set the pace
yes I am a head case
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Anonymous
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do not worry for your love can not last
it will fade away
your love will die like everyone elses does
nothing is forever
and you have no ideal who this person really is that you love
you think you do
and maybe it would could be good maybe not at all
but you will never know the truth about love
not like this
thats for shure
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Anonymous
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my love for campbell


I am the only one who knows
what it feels like to be me
while loving a forbidden image
and I am the only one who can see
that his soul sets me free
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Anonymous
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our love is like the cat box soup
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Anonymous
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IT WILL NEVER WORK
NOT NOW
not like this
your crazy
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Anonymous
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I just have to work through it
and there's nothing else to it
yes nothing more, nothing less
its time to confess this pest,
in order to lay it to its rest.

I saw you there last night
where was your care and control
don't tell me somebody stole it
because I will just have a fit
knowing still that it never was
nor did it ever exist my way
the dream rids me while going through some mist
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9Anony2mous7
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Johnny Hollywood did notice the Jilla meter was either broke or he would have to power up stat.
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Johnny Hollywood did notice the Jilla meter was either broke or he would have to power up stat.
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Johnny Hollywoods drove up and down seven Berthas road looking for any sign of Sweet Bertha and her air conditioned John Deere tractorjust to parody the hillbilly folk.
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June 18 ~ 2005 @ 10:30 a.m.
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Anonymous
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During the last half of the war the supplies of the milk of crack whore became almost scarce and the chance of getting the milk of the magic crack whore was not very likely unless you had the big rock and roll money Johnny Hollywood rolled with.
Two dolla two dolla the auctioneer stutered as his mule took a big dump to the left of the stage.
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Just as soon as Johnny Hollywood began the second solo to his song "Copsucker",His leads run dry,
But at least he wasnt cooking up Herion in his little badge,Right Sir?

Everyone felt the rumble of the triple assed leader of the Cross Threaded Lesbian Mafia's Union as she marched by.

Her second ass to the left had its own zip code,area code and an orange flag that read "Oversized load"
on it.

The largest of the three part ass snuck up on Johnny Hollywood and crushed every bone in his body.
It was check day and Johnny Hollywood just needed a few weeks to drink up his check and reflect on his loss.Since Johnny Hollywood got better at losing everyday he knew it was only a matter of time til big fat nasty bitch boo turned it all into Johnny cakes or crepes painful to the eyes gravity told the unwanted truth.Johnny Hollywood was not done paying his dues with big fat nasty bitches and would be sentenced to yet another heffer changing his name to the self acciamed heffer sniffer since it was far and few inbetween the no ass anorexic albino sniffing was a memory that could not be challenged.

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Johnny Hollywood not drunk at all declared Sweet Bertha as "The finest of the womenfolk in two outta three trailer parks in the im·me·di·ate are a.
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oh I mean is Your sister home
HAHH HAHAH AHAHAH AHAHA AHA SO
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"Get lost my Lady"

Get lost my lady
I wont give you a bone
get lost my lady
HAHAAHAH HAHHAHAAH HAHAHAHAH SO

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Anonymous
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"The ballad of Johnny F.N.Hollywood and Muff Muff"

Muff Muff was the highest tempature cupcake
Johnny Hollywood ever seen

better than biotches in his dreams
she alone, held the throne
straight from heaven this girl,whoa

but Johnny Hollywood had no home
not even in lake forrest
where he was shure he belonged
and he had no Boxster, midnight blue
in which, on the hood ,Muff Muff he could woo
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The whorecops were wrong again as usual,fabricating lies about Johnny Hollywood and spreading the bullshit disease like a Jerry Springer-A-Thon.
Out of jealosy or just because The Cat Box Christ hath pissed upon thier parade in lue of thier graves.
It seemed to be the evil doings of the Cross Threaded Lesbian Mafia's Union,but Big Fat Nasty Looking Biotches in general were at the helm of the cancerous shit that flowed from the mouths.

"It ain't over til the fat lady stinks!!"
Hollered J.F.N.H.

"Would You please stop writing Johnny Hollywood?" Cried Johnny Hollywoods award winning landscaper as she massaged vitamin E onto J.F.N.H's brand spanking new "Sweet Bertha t attoo"
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To cry it means youve already won
You crave this fight i can no longer give
It saves me to think your always forgived
Long has it been and i stay with you weak
Leave the decide to tell is to choose
I witness replies and then question the mood
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chachi
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"Feelings"

Until the end of time its clear ill only have a few good friends
I can see it now my dreams are comin true
My life can finish bad or good it all depends
But no matter how it turns out in the end
I hope I will still have u
I want u by my side till its time to die
I loved u for so long its funny how time can fly
I want u here with me every night
I want u here because when u r everythin is alright
I will never forget u
ull be in my heart the rest of my life
So when im gone I want ur hand to hold on to
Wen ur there with me im getting hotter
While the world grows colda
Its all because I got to hold ya
Now I know the answer to the question, “do dreams come true?”
The answer is YES because im standing here with u
I only got 1 life to lead 1 life of greed
Ill die and ill breathe just like a human being
We all run by guns, laws, oldies, and the newest
But no matter who u will always be my truest
So make a promise to me ull be there when I go
Just be there and u can have everythin I own
Im ready to tell the truth im done with my lies
Ill do anything just to look into ur eyes
I love the beauty in ur face
Just looking at u makes my heart race
Put my money, my football dreams, and my kids, my future away
Face to face with u I just wanna say
I love u……




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Blaine Waterman
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Spending hours inside the looking glass...the son does cast...a shadow of the past...tears you say? dont long for pain...I'ts O.K. to part from the sain but never the less put trust in me...come home my child and you will see...I't is I you need...I't is I you seek...I't is I who will free...your heart that dont beet...Flee from him...that brings you down...that loves to hate...who says its to late...You are my star...and where you are...is right where you need to be!!!
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DD
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Poem of the week!!!
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poet surprise winner
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Big fat nasty ugly women who sweat cottage cheese
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Anonymous
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968967896789
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Anonymous
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like rain it falls
from my eyes
every time
that i cry
i want you back
i pray you here
anything i'd do
to bring you near
but it's too late
now you're gone
alone i sing
this sad song
the world and i
fight every day
so hard it is
for me to stay
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zeek
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The sounds of warning...approaching: a severe storm. on its way....It's O.K. I'll believe the lie I have implied...Dead...not me? I haven’t died?
But You have!!!No spirituality!!!Do you posses in side!!!
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DD
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the silent seed catuered the lifeless distance
quiet the restless find which always thretens my hole
rest while i take my leave
concil with hope led my to die
incase you meant to fake it wise
ill always remember the way you cry

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CHACHI CHARMS
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if it was up your ass you'ld know where it was
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shackle
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Wears this sky agan?


"To Win or not to Win.."

in color i cheat {or cheese}
the love i need
shes so beatiful inside
and you chain me
save for tomorrow
make me wish
make me bleed

i only wanted you
you crazy thing
and forever youll want me

stabbed through ever part of what they call a heart
done wrong by all my friends
stealing whatevers left
he had you first again
i lie and tell a dream she is the only one
i lie and tell some memorie
i ll be there in the storm
fate
weather
someone somewhere
has changed something between us
if you see us

the masses the people the thoughts of you and me
get the hell out of here
theres only me
i love you
you know i do
and this is the shackle digging into me
everyday the show steals the look
the seed

i love you
im crazy about you
theres no heart in me
i love you
i need you
try and find me
i love you is old
since first sight
i started to think

no,i really need you
these blues make me bleed
how long do i gotta pray
i cant wait its once we live
one life
one million times you and me

travis
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Anonymous
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to love someone who can not be loved who has no name or to many names and no heart is found to be a waste of time
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Doctor Catsburger
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never mind that we got to get back to the barn cause aunt bees mixing up a heap of vittles
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Anonymous
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Forever thorn...not born to revers...how will you be thine name...cant catch what you cant feed
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shure as bertha takes up three stools at the diner!
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