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My country is full of people
too violent and dumb to be anything else.
We value money, bodies, and your stuff
because it is not ours yet.

My flag is wrapped around some
white-trash hick's *******.
You look different than us and
that is ******* terrifying;
please leave while we stay
in your country,
'protecting you'.

My country is home to
religious freedom, as long
as the religion is Christianity.

My country is the world's
greatest melting ***, but
we'd prefer all ingredients
to be the same or die.

My country is a joke,
thinking it's the standard
the world desires to achieve.

My country is the world police,
creating tension, harassing you,
hating you, taking from you.
"If you're caught on a golf course during a thunderstorm
and you're afraid of lightning, hold up a 1-iron.  
Not even God can hit a 1-iron."
-Lee Trevino
Anyone who says that Humour is irrelevant
is the **** of an eternal and cruel universal joke
of wolves through their own pores,
Those who've heard the whispering
of hell behind closed doors.
Those who've tried their mettle
with a blacksmith's blows,
Those who've climbed a thorny trellis
just to find a single rose...

You may have to climb a mountain
10,000 feet tall
And even then the haters hate
and make you feel small
You may have to dig six feet
to find comfort at all...

But there's a solid surface
beneath the muck & mire,
There's a conflagration...
Yes! There is a fire!
Though all seems hopeless
Though it all seems dire
If you ache, it's yours to take
should you so desire...

Though it all seems worthless
a crust of filthy dross
He'll take your hand
You'll understand

The way of the Cross


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2016
The life of a Believer in the Lord Jesus Christ is never easy. It is often despised. But joy comes through the mourning...

Got to sleep now. See you tomorrow  <3
"It's your life.
Don't let anyone
make you feel guilty
for living your way."
Truth conspires to unravel my careful planting
of my garden of deception
every blossom screams your name,
every stone trips a hazard in your honor
the brooke whispers your name incessantly
your truth dances on the edges of my lips,
so desperately close to leaping into the world as an earth shattering revelation!
no thorns or barbs dare grow,
the sunlight streams though illuminating your presence
there is no hiding from you
I crave to sing the song of truth in my heart
dance the deepest confessions to light
cut down every twisted vine tangled up in my web of lies
I crave, I pine, I anguish
yet I tarry,
frozen in time the shell only recognizes obligation
thankful for your warmth
I move on and tend the garden
as if you never existed
cockle shells in a row,
only they know.
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