Only after disaster can we be resurrected
We need disaster
to proove how "Good" we can be
why is it that the only time
we help out one another
is when we think that one is "in need"
Why do we need to be in need
to get help
what if we just help
just
say ok
today its my goal
to help someone
and
do it
its not like you have
to save the world just do something
anything
donate 50 cent to random charity
who cares
...........................
Lifes to short to make it all about money
why do we work
so hard to
buy things
that we think we need
that we dont
that 400 dollar purse
or 70 thousand dollar atmosphere killing Escalade
we want so much
but its advertismen that make us that way
I want what i cant have so Im going to
work my ass off
to be able to have
this
this
THIS SHIT
I dont need
the biggest house
fastest car
I wont even enjoy it
I'll just work for more
strive for better
we are all consumers
that it we're here to buy things
I know this
and yet I want that nice car
that house Who knows why
???
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
On a long enough time line everyones survival rate reaches Zero!
She stands here watching
her own life unravel
all lies come undone
so many lifes impacted
yet she cares none at all
each lie was told with care
as untrue as it was
she waits
in morn everyday
because :
simply..
somebody dies everyday
she waits
for
nothing
but she watches
as cops move in and out of her
once beautiful home now
destroyed
by infinit power urges
inside shes angry
at no one
or everyone
she cant stop
as she
downed the glass of water
washing down a bottle of happiness in
pill form
she waits
as she dug the razor
deep within
her flesh
discovering that no pain is bad pain at least you feel
she realizes
this is as close to heaven as she can get
she was gods unwanted child
she dealt with it!
her own life unravel
all lies come undone
so many lifes impacted
yet she cares none at all
each lie was told with care
as untrue as it was
she waits
in morn everyday
because :
simply..
somebody dies everyday
she waits
for
nothing
but she watches
as cops move in and out of her
once beautiful home now
destroyed
by infinit power urges
inside shes angry
at no one
or everyone
she cant stop
as she
downed the glass of water
washing down a bottle of happiness in
pill form
she waits
as she dug the razor
deep within
her flesh
discovering that no pain is bad pain at least you feel
she realizes
this is as close to heaven as she can get
she was gods unwanted child
she dealt with it!
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