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Lies of the World The world feeds us lies
lies of ourselves
lies of others
it tell us we are no good
it says we cannot achieve anything
the lies say many things
they say I am ugly
they say I am worthless
they say I am stupid
and they cause me to disappear into myself
the lies tell me who to be
they say what to do
what to wear and how to act
who to talk to
what am I going to do when they get to me?
will my happiness end?
will people stop loving me?
or... will my life end?
how can I overcome these lies?
But God knows who I am
he does not tell me lies
he welcomes me into his hands
the hands of the creator
God calls me by name
he knows who I am
he knows my thoughts
and he cares for me
Tomorrow Yesterday: DiameteTomorrow
discouraging, inspiring, encouraging
close, far, gone, late
remember, helping, ending
Rainbow and sun: DiamteteRainbow,
encouraging, reminding, inspiring,
bright, happy, warm, delightful,
fueling, thriving, striving,
Powder Powerdescending it falls and floats,
putting children in coats,
so soft but great might,
zip up that jacket real tight,
all around me it's flowing,
look outside it's snowing
Great Dragon LimerickThere once was a great purple dragon,
she was a hundred times the size of a wagon,
passion filled her flight,
magnificent was her might,
for she was a great purple dragon
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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