Are you willing to....

The disillusion, distraction from impotence.

The tides of time will only tell.

Are we ready for change?
Are we ready to stand by are friends and family?

When will this ever lasting agony dissipate into the darkness from which it came?

When will the time come when we see that all the world is are brothers and sisters?

No matter what color of skin, freak, rich, or poor.

We are all individuals, beautiful, rebellious.

When will we learn no peace comes from war, and no amount of money will buy happiness.

When will we say let us be ? Let us be free.

Does it truly matter who is gay who is straight, does it matter What got god we believe in, what church we go to?

Why must we hate each other so much?

Are we truly so blind to see that we are all the same, unique, individuals ?

We just stand by and argue and fight and kill each other. And for What?? To feel self-righteous, and powerful?

What is power if you kill a young man? Who as not ye. Had the privilege of being a father ? To kill, and rape a young woman who has not yet known love ?

Just because are past is painful, and full of confusion, does it matter ?
The past means nutting if we, as individuals refuse to change are future.

Your parents beat you, are closes friends betray you, your stuck in drug addiction and see yourself making your parents mistakes, you drop out of school, you pick up a gun, your friends convinced you to do something you will regret for the rest of your.

Are world is dieing because the people refuse change, us as individuals are lost.

We fail and fail again.

Are government seeks power and power is nutting but chains on a fee man.

All of life is up to one individual standing up an taking action for the sake are future.

I Stand with those who seek action a and peace for the children. Let no harm about the innocent.  Change so love can rejoice in the streets.

Don't give up on life, let it surround you in gory of lights, and make peace with are enemy's, an say, no one is perfect, not even me.

I know my self, that I'm a grate sinner, and a believer of god.
I take full responsibility for myself, and others.

But no man believer or not. Saying sorry isn't enough, trying to make excuses for are actions, that, that sir is truly the world going to hell.

I know I will surly die, and I will burn tell the flesh of my skin is no more, and I will scream I love the lord and all the people.

As a good person he'll is more then one place, when you say I want to take action, be assertive, brave, be apart of the good of man.

Change takes place, you see what you need to do and you let it pass by, over and over again, and boom ! Your burning your mind is screaming ! Let the children out save them ! Save us ! Save me !


But your burning even if the life of your flesh you continue to watch ! Wait !

And the moment passes and I'm burning of a fire !

It doesn't matter who you believe every one has a supper hero, every one has a friend, but the burning doesn't stop un-tell change takes place ? 

Every one has a mind there all different, and I respect that, I have evil thoughts because I know who I am, and I seek change.

Ignorance is not bliss, nether is knowledge.

I will be a mother of children, a wife with love to a strong, kind, husband and father.

My children will be tolled the truth and they will Learn as how I was taught.

That evil begets evil and we all get it in the end.
Kama is a B¡74( .
You can change the wold.
The wold is yours.
Chose your friends wisely.
You get more with sugar then salt.
Power is something every one wants, but never has enough of.
Money means nothing with out your family.

hold your sins, your bad doings, hold them high in the air and get rid of them.

God is only how you see him.
The church is nothing without the people.
You don't need a church to believe in the people.
You only need to believe in your self, love, and cherish, and the world is yours.
Believe in god be cause he lives in all of us wether we believe it or not.... The Truely  divine is within all of us.

 the choices we make have grate sway in are guilt. that's what holds us down.

Those who chose the wicked evil ways. I forgive, but nothing makes bad choices go away.
And those who do not hold there sins close to there heart are eternally damed
 There souls bidding with god and the evil ones.

But I know my self my sins are between god and I and I will let every one know I am changed and I rejoice, cry, sing.

I see god as are father giving life to the earth. Are spirit is not just the mind Or the body, it's a story.

I didn't read that, but I know that I'm willing to say: NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIGGER

God knows what I did last summer....

>>2
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>>4
Nigger.

I hope you don't think this is actually deep.

>>5
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faggot

"The world is yours"
-Scarface

>>8
Fucking cocksuckers.
-Scarface Wii

2 <- if you didn't read it why say anything ?  And just so you know all of are white ancestors raped blacks, ineans, Chinese. so tenicaly we are all as you would say "niggers"

4<- your a good person.. 5<- u didn't read it eather did you?

>>6 it is deep deep to my own bones, maybe not yours but does it matter ?

>>8 >>9 scare face as nuthin to do with it

>>11 What you lookin' at? You all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be? You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say, "That's the bad guy." So... what that make you? Good? You're not good. You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don't have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So say good night to the bad guy! Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Come on. Make way for the bad guy. There's a bad guy comin' through! Better get outta his way!

>>11

Well, you're not a ``fuckingPoet'' by any stretch of the imagination.

>>9 Who the fuck plays Scarface on Wii?  Let alone, at all? (It's a supremely shitty game)

>>12

Your right we do nee bad people, but it doesn't have to be that way.

I don't hide. There is nothing I'm scared of, not even you.

I never said I was perfect, never said I was good.

But I'm here and I'm here to stay, go ahead try to scare me away? What's the point ? But to waste you time?
Your right let's hate all the people who do good things, why not were all a bunch of faggot freaks any way arnt we ? Isn't that why your here ?

>>13 the stench of bile has left riminents on the wall. The smell of death and defiance lingers in the air. I know what has happens here, and I cannot change it, simply crying out for those who seek mercy, peace.

The bile on the wall drips down and the guts, slowly circle above me from the ceiling fan, the bodie has been chopped and mangeled.... Origins eaten away.

I cringe at the site and eyes from body have been put in a jar.
They stare as there cought by the site of my eyes.

I can feel it, the burning from beneath my lungs. As I start to hypervintilate, the fear brakes in.

I can feel, the reliese of air.

I'm screaming, my feet make haste as a run from the room.
My foot prints leave a trail of my fathers blood.

His blood is on me, there is nutting I can do as I try and find my mother.

The living room, I sprint.

It's to late. I'm falling,

Her lower body her legs, lay on the floor, the smell of it all is so over welming, I vomit.

The trail of blood, leads be hind the coutch, I scream again as I see.
She tryed to get away. I go to her upper half, I don't know how but she is breathing, only a slight movement of her chest.

She says to me, her voice weak and corse " find your sister, save her, run, run!"

Her last breath leaving her, the tears swell and boil over as I reluctantly leave her side, touching her magnificent curls one more time.

My feet are frantic, my heart is pounding as I make haste to my beloved sisters room, I hear her whimpers.

As I open the door hesitantly I see, I see the man who has killed my loving parents, it's to late a he finishes my sister and slides the knife across her throte.

Her small frightened heart, squrts blood on the wall with such force I can hear it, she tryed to breath and only bloody bubbles of death come to greet her.

She turns her head and are eyes meet for the last time, the fear in her eyes makes my heart sink to my feet, but she maniges to smile just one last time as her body goes stiff.


I run I run from the house, the smell of blood, I don't know how I had done it, but I escaped.

The man who killed my family Is still out there.
And I became a nobody wondering the streets of the city. Seeing my face on a missing poster here and there, but I'm a nobody.

>>15
Nigger.