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Death Before Dishonor
Does Anyone Know
Godless
Life
Misconstrued
Prayer For The Living
Regretfully Wasted
Why I Cried
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Back Up Death Before Dishonor Death before dishonor, is life truly an honor, or is it just a pointless struggle to go nowhere? Either here or there, few of us are all there. My mind has witnessed no mercy, but lost the curse of sanity. Latent natural desires for death and violence have arisen from its hostile silence. My conscience is destroyed by science and released into the care of the afterlife. But with it gone, will my remaining fall into strife? I still am only 17, I haven't even pondered a normal life. Is this the promise of life? Why does our Creator hate us so? His conceited servants say he loves, but we know. We know better than to fall for their show and have our Will lost in to lucrative flow. But I am read to go, see you on the other side If it doesn't exist, then I've finished my ride and broke the support line. Please do not whine or cry at my death; but drink wine and experience laughter in your breath. They say pain is part of the game, and happiness leaves quicker than it came. Always it's the same, on step forward, three into the abyss, to take into you own hands and release the stress. Is that the right answer, to say forget the rest? Because god didn't take the 7th day to rest, On that day he brought evil into our world to make his show a little cold but much more interesting, My words are not to sing but an offering to bring you the truth that God cares not. If he loved us he would not put Death in a shot, nor would he encourage brains to rot. 'Let us make man in our image, and our likeness' If we are like God than hate must be an obsess -ion, for us to die he has won, is this the one to look up to and worship? Hail Mary help me see the gun tip and the spike on the whip, and prevent my heart to dip below maintenance level and make me a humble rebel. My life is in my hands. The hands of a resident of Satan's land. The hands yearning for the snap of a bone underneath it's epidermal home. To witness a helpless cry no one drops a tear from their eye They could care less if I left to die.... © Back Up Does Anyone Know Why do we take everything for granted, Then get upset when it all goes away? Why do we lose so many things in life, Then just stand there with nothing to say? When is it alright to lose? When is it alright to let go? Why do we just stand there and do nothing? Does anyone really know? Why do we morn for so long, Afraid of the future without everything? Why do we go so far in life, Then figure out that we've lost everything? Everything that really matters is gone now. Everything that I've lived for has perished. I now live for nothing. I have nothing to cherish. Why do they leave? Why must they go? Why do I get crushed? Does anyone know? © Back Up Godless godless there isn't one of course i am left here by myself alone at last as i believe that there is none to watch over i turned away forgot my friends pushed my family farther i retreated into seclusion (isn't it so quiet?) and now i fear nothing but myself i have no need of repentance no need of worship or love or forgiving there is no god i'm godless i am me © Back Up Life We live are miserable lifes, Knowing that we will die soon. We don't wounder what will Be tomorrow, for it will only be The same. We think,'Why do we bother With this thing called life?' What is the point of living this life? For all it does Is torture and kill our souls. Then at the end of our short life, Which will end with suicide or Natural death. We think while we die so Slowly, 'What was my reason for Life? Why was I to live just to die?' Then we die, and our Life of Hell and misery is over. Life has no meaning....... © Back Up Misconstrued Some may call it depression, All the ugly truth and strife Some hide in fear and repression. Some have no life. All in a day's work. Learning is our goal. The happiness of a slave, Of selling his soul. Some may call it depression; We walk this earth to leave. We- We hide in repression, We hear nothing of reprieve. Come, let it all out, Come, let yourself life. It's time for you to take, Enough of you give. Some may call it depression: All the ugly truth and strife. Some may call it depression, But we- we call it life. © Back Up Prayer For The Living Why does the thought of death The feeling of ending this life The torture, the pain, the hurt The discomfort I cause, Why does it feel so right? But the thought of the pain The mechanics, the method The hows and wherefores.. Why is that so beyond me, my abilities, My confidence? I know I would be better dead All I care for is others All I do is hurt others All I want to do is leave others To their lives away from me Is my inability from caring? Knowing the final act of hurt The final ability to screw others To give those who truly care A pain even I haven't done before? But they would recover And they could see it was done Maybe not consciously, but truly For the best for them And therefore the best for me. Is it fear that stops me? The inability to take the pain I couldn't inflict on myself The yellow man I am, The quitter, never finishing the Job So I carry on to conceal the feelings Trying to do all I can for all And still I hurt and give pain Cause confusion wherever I go That is why I pray to die. © Back Up Regretfully Wasted If there was a chance that you could change something, what would it be? Anything in this world could be yours. You could erase pain, hunger, lose. You could make a million dollars. You could love the greatest lover. Or would you just let it all disappear? Fall away from the reality you pretend doesn't exist. Maybe just stretch out your arms, sigh, and close your eyes. Sounds so familiar. Sounds just like you. There's a world of chaos, but its peaceful in this place. This asylum for the sane. This box for the wealthy. With your pale face and trembling hands. Sometimes I can see right through you. It's so hard to just ease something that puts such a strain on so many. If it all came down to it, no, I wouldn't change the past. The future, well its hard to tell. I'll probably end up where I want. With who I want. But you, you'll always remember. You'll one day be filled with so many regrets. Things that should have been said. Thoughts that should have been spoken. To me it will all just be a memory, but to you, it will be a time that you were lost. A time when you knew your way home and you knew where the safe haven was, but you chose to rough it. Too stubborn to care, too smart to give in. It happens to the best of us. © Back Up Why I Cried Did you ever wonder why this is happening to you Did you ever not understand what you're going through Did you ever wonder when the confusions going to seem clear Did you ever try to hide your biggest fear Did you ever wish that you would just die Did you ever consider doing it yourself and then wonder why Did you ever understand that it's the easy way out Did you ever realize it's not what you should think about Did you ever wish they would just leave you alone Did you ever want them to pick you up and carry you home Did you ever reason with yourself and know that you are wrong have you ever not realy cared and still gone Did you ever stop and think you brought this on yourself too Have you not realy cared it's too much to go through Did you ever wonder why can't this all end Did you ever try to tell a trusted friend Did you ever try to make them see Did they ever tell you you're crazy and then you tell then it's not just me Did they ever say they still did not believe you Did you ever have to prove to them that it's true will they ever beleive what you tell to them will they ever reilize it's not you they should condem Did you ever stop and shout as loud as you can Did you ever cry out to an unknown man Did you ever beg then to to listen but they still ignored you have you ever just stopped and cried and been told it's stupid to do when you read this poem do the verses hurt you inside you see they do to me and thats why all I do is cry © 1
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