| You have decided to enter my mind. Well, don't say i didn't warn you. . . . . All this page is going to be is my thoughts on various issues, or my thoughts on life in general. You don't have to agree with me on any of these things- you can just listen. Or you can just leave right now! Whatever you want. . . . . |
| Abortion Abortion is the act of taking away one's life. It is people playing "God". It is not fair, it is not right. It is not Biblical. Therefore, i disagree with it. Psalm 22:9-10 says, "But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts. I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art the God from my mother's belly." This is David speaking; this is also prophecy of when Jesus was born and lived on this earth. This is God's Word. Should anyone be disagreeing with it? No, i didn't think so. i don't care how people rationalize to make abortion seem "okay". It's wrong, just plain wrong. i'm not the only one who thinks this. Check out www.rockforlife.org to see all the other people who support anti-abortion. And while you're there, i greatly encourage you to sign their pro-life pledge, and support them in any way you can. They are a great Christian organization that you should really check out asap! These are my thoughts towards the pro-choicers, i guess you could say: |
| Why? I don't want to talk about it, you say. Why? Is it you don't want too, or i can't? How come you're right, i'm wrong? How come you're white, i'm black? You can't deny it, i say. Why? It's staring you right in the face. There are too many lies, everywhere, yes, everywhere. The consequences, they're all over the place. i say to you, thousands of babies die everyday. Why is your heart not heavy? i don't understand. The world is getting dark for me to see. Why are people so wicked? i guess it's called the fall of man. The little ones cannot speak for themselves. Don't you think someone has to do it? Oh, you think not, is what you think. Well, i'm sorry, but i don't think babies should be biting the bullet. |
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| SOMETHING I MADE UP AT ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. DON'T ASK. I see it, lights far away. I hear it, sounds close. Yet, it doesn't come for quite awhile. So i lay here, waiting. And i lay here, debating On whether or not it's My imagination or maybe My anticipation in waiting For something to come along. Here it comes, getting closer. I hear it, now what, It comes. Not as exciting As i thought it would be. Still here, thinking about my aggravation And my irritation, sleepless, in the darkness. |