I need to cry but you did not need to die For in this life you were the fly guy Everyday I looked at you I looked up to you You never had to leave the house to work But you did and this made me want to grow from being a cub From the
My nights are short while my days are long and the reality of it all gagged by nothing more than a dream and hope that it will all pay off in the end. I refuse to receive any credit from the lenders for they are a Shylock to my story playing the principal antagonist. They stand
When the signal seems so far away and the answers we seek are not received When the road followed brings men closer to the past rather than the future We are lost to reason and start to communicate with doubt We are appraised by our unbelief and ushered into a house of illusions The days
The likes we hope to get are not the most important factors to consider while putting up an image. Life gradually enables us to realize that dreams are abstract when we do not put up the right map as to how to come to terms with goals and reach The desired heights. Time as a
“Like sheep they are appointed for Sheol (the place of the dead); death shall be their shepherd. And the upright shall have dominion over them in the morning; and their form and beauty shall be consumed, for Sheol shall be their dwelling-Psalms 49:14″ The place of remembrance is the place of death , a section
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Have you ever known fear? Have you looked into its eyes knowing that you have neared the end? Do you know the feeling of being mentioned in empty sentences, The morning dew not being enough to hide the shame of your rejection, as you are left out by those untouched by your show and display. you are
Discordial Thoughts. Read Post »
The opium of the mind “what is this. opium of your mind”! is it High crime? OR Culture of impunity”we have a culture of impurity” OR Clean house” we need to kill some people to move on” is it a necessary evil? OR A Nigerian who steals in his sleep” our character” do we have
