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This Pagan Man's Plight
This Pagan Man's Plight
Why must I abide with this conversion?
Why should I have to change how I live?
When was my faith in the Gods an unholy perversion?
To whom, my devotion and offerings, should I instead give?
You say that your almighty God is kind,
And you also say that his love is beyond beautiful.
But all I see you do is push his teachings upon my mind,
As if my faith in him and his son should already be unconditional.
Why should I change, for what is your righteous reason?
Or is there none to be found but a blade at my throat?
Or maybe, for not abiding, you can charge me with high treason.
Perhaps you could burn my home do
The wind was strong this high up, and it blew around him relentlessly.
His quest for knowledge had brought him here, and his destiny waited restlessly.
To rule the Nine Worlds, he needed to know the many secrets that one could not learn for free.
In order to be worthy of this, Óðinn impaled himself with Gungnir, and hung from Yggdeasill, that juicy Tree.
As the nine sunny days turned to nine chilling nights, the pain wracked his body endlessly.
The sacrifice he made, himself unto himself, showed his devotion to ruling selflessly.
As his vision blurred, a miracle occurred, right before Hangatýr-Óðinn's very eyes.
When Time stoppedMelt the clocks
break them with rocks
Time holds no meaning
when nothings redeeming
We chose the fallen
and now we are crawlin
The world stopped spinning
we entered a war without winning
The Dark Army Rise
but to this, there is no surprise
An endless battleground
with no white flag to be found
Souls held ultimate wealth
So stealing them became thing of stealth
So many deals were struck
Morals? no one gave a fuck
Brothers killed brothers
and backstabbing lovers
There's no crown to be found
as the beasts are unbound
They hunt in the dark
and all bare the mark
There is no end to this hell
when you've got no soul to sell
ey i made a rhyme that relates a dimeey i made a rhyme that relates a dime?--checkit yo cuz it just might snow-------------
pride is a blind fold that binds us to find
only good in our selves and leave truth-ness behind/
like a gold greedy elf that puts love on a shelf
while sowing no seed as a trophy wont breed
with the rhyme that fades time not to fellow a need/
as the lust for oneself holds no water indeed,
twill be spilling the blood of there brothers with glee
while they bathe in the pool -broken trust- and dont see
that the damage they bust will be pressure us free/
into diamonds we'll haunt them thru nightmares they'll flee/
forever from fear and will reap the
Prayer to GodLord, I've broke faith with you for a while,
and I've grown far and apart.
But look on me, your broken tool,
and see my broken heart.
I've sinned, and hurt,
I've done few good acts.
Lord help me back upon your way,
let me see once more your path.
I've lost my way upon this road,
your footsteps became blurred.
Blind, am I, to your great works,
for some time, your voice I have not heard.
I cannot bear the weight of sin,
I've fallen from your grace.
But in my broken, sinful state,
please show me, Lord, your face.
An angel came to me here on Earth,
we danced, sang, laughed, and cried
But clipped her wings, I did in fact,
SavedBent down over my knee
I'm tying my shoe
Trying not to flee
But still start anew
Silver rays of the moon
Meet me at the door
The tears come way too soon
I wanted so much more
I fly away on fragile wings
The night is now my home
My past overwhelmed with things
My sadness witnessed by Him alone
It was no use to run
I never got away
And when He said "Your time has come"
I still wanted to stay
However, he ignored my plea
He, who is so wise
Thanks to Him, now all I see
Is a blooming paradise
LithaSun stands still like a forge blazing in the heavens
The colours of fields and flowers woven out of its light
Where sea meets sky a heat haze hangs on the horizon
Teasing with glimpses of faeries flying just out of sight
The sun rises strong, but knows its strengths fading
The Horned One accepts His own death with His crown
For from now on till rebirth, the Sun God is waning
To the life of the land the life of the God has been bound
So jump the bonfire and burn away evil
Carry a torch in procession and bless land and home
Gather the garlands and deck all with flowers
Celebrate beauty for its sake alone
Sing of Midsummer's wonder in play
Light Swiftly FadingThe world today
Encourages many things,
And with all the confusion
Comes many stings.
Can a Christian stand it?
Well, not alone.
With Jesus you can make it,
Tho’ you’ll reap what you have sown.
The darkness flooding in
Leaves little room to breathe.
The flame that shone so brightly
Is almost gonna freeze!
Can we Christians save it;
Bringing back the light.
If we give our lives to Jesus,
We’ll make it shine real bright!
If we stand by praying,
With Jesus we’ll be strong!
Then, the light will shine brightly
And we’ll sing life’s song!
Twists of KarmaPampered, pretty, skinny, spoiled
A princess in her castle of fear
Holds all other's plans lox and foiled
Struts her feathers in others faces
She's headed straight for hell
Steps on them with different clothes from different races
She's lost in herself
She lays in her mounds of riches
We will see how she stands in front of God himself
Breaking other's hearts, tearing out their souls
Snapping their bones, killing their spirit
Using them as mindless tools
Someday she will find herself dead
And then where will she be?
She won't be in heaven, she'll be lying in her bed
Duel SoulDuel Soul
Stuck in a form that seems to be of two sides,
Constant struggle for either to lead and become torn,
Either no longer rooted in light,
Or no longer wallowing in the darkness,
While in full nothing seems to be right,
But what is the answer that will ring true…
Constantly struggling in the thoughts to know which is true,
Unable to fully listen to either of the sides,
Always feeling wrong and never to be right,
These parts must be torn,
The perfect separation from what is perceived as darkness,
Or the consumption of what can be viewed as light…
What is the thought we call light?
A thought known for being honest, pure a
La procession des communiantesLa procession des communiantes.
La colonne avance au rythme lent
De la procession des communiantes,
Levant au ciel leurs yeux de croyantes
Et toute auréolées dans ce blanc.
Communion des demoiselles vierges
Quand dégouline la foi giclée
En chaude et molle cire nacrée :
Leurs mains tenant la hampe des cierges.
Des fillettes sagement vêtues,
En souliers vernis et les mains jointes
Et de leur Dieu, bientôt, comme enceintes,
Avec dans leurs yeux des rêves tus.
D’un enfant, la fontaine des larmes
Peut-elle incurver d’un Dieu le doigt
Quand un tsunami comme il se doit
Roule et gronde en énorme vacarme?
La file chemine vers le ch&oe
Doubtlessif you reach for the sun
but your wax wings melt
instead of plunging down,
try to catch yourself.
you flew because you wanted,
believed you truly could;
your wings were just idols
of wax, feather and wood.
if you open up your mind,
if you open up your soul,
you'll no more need those trinkets
to feel complete and whole;
if you believe it's really real,
if you forget they've melted away,
you'll find you've stop falling
and gravity disobey.
The Sin EaterListen my brothers and listen well
A sad, sad story I have to tell
Of decay and kings and pleasures of flesh
Of fires and heavens or how they clash
People today are children of naught
Paying no tribute to Fire and thought
They rot in their shells, their temples of gold
Scared of horizons, the false gods unfold
For God is one and I am Her beast
She needs you not, but sent me to feast
Consume your sins and set you afire
An end to self-worship and preachers for hire
Kings want to use you and force to your knees
Their crests are false idols and spread disease
An illness of worms consuming your mind
It whispers of nothing, and nothing you&rsqu
Little merit AutumnA bright Autumn morning
Over the horizon
With colors and lives.
And, though quickly forgotten
The luck that we see
Its wonderment, detail,
And perfect beauty,
Still blows dreams
And whispers quite fare
Through every branch
And over every care.
It brings leaves a falling
And animals on every tree
Preparing for harvest
And chattering at me.
Oh! How little merited
This beautiful season be
That brought the happy harvest
And also delivered me.
But, still, we just go around
Hurrying up for winter,
Not enjoying what GOD gives us
When Autumn we do enter.
TodayI sing in vain
And in dismay
As I look around
At things today.
What are we doing?
Where have we gone?
Our fire’s burned out
And for God nothing’s done.
We just sit and we play
With all of our toys
And waste all our days
With the world’s temporary joys.
We do not witness,
Because we do not care.
And if we even read God’s Word,
Then perhaps it we would share!
But we’re far too busy
With “more important things”
Like making sex jokes
And playing with diamond rings.
Yes, rings with an “s”,
Because divorce’s far too common.
We love to destroy our kids
And enjoy every bomin’.
Inside, our lusts grow
And we celebrate sin.
We wonder at murders
And the darkness within.
When shall things change?
If they ever will.
Lord, as for me and my house,
We shall serve you still!
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