yet i wake up in the morning complaining about my corn flakes being too dry
who saves apart from their f.....ed savior
god has love? the pictures speak different
everyone talks of a god who saves
yet no one is ever ready to carry someone's else cross
my eyes filled up with tears at the sight of unwanted angels
age old brings wisdom they say, yet the old have forsaken the young
how long? how long before someone joins me in this struggle to give them the part of god we are
these are the future
these are the haunting past
these are us in another form and color
the scar will not leave her until she is buried to join her beloved
yet when heaven inquires to know how she found the creation i hope she finds the courage to say it is all being fucked up, god forgive but i can not live here anymore but i can live to be the fire which shall send them to hell.....................this is the true face of religion
when it will all be done they shall enter the kingdom of god to guide humankind to its greatest, yet they will not act like their fathers, but they will bring shame upon them by the cheer joy they give by being the most forgoten yet the ones holding the most precious thing: an original smile"
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotion, spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who have never tasted victory or defeat.