Broken fire.

Broken fire.


Your a bit short of a transcending flame.
This ember is slowly becoming impaired.

Your wax is becoming altered from a solid to a liquid.
This wic becomes curtailed by fire.


Your remind me of a broken record.
The song skips beats.

Your scratched beyond repair.
This record can't be altered to play anything but, it's
broken firey tune.

Aptitude.

Aptitude.


He has power to give infinite knowledge or make it cease to exist.
He has control over life and death.
He can make it complex or simple.

Aptitude is all he knows.
He is distinctly known by all,
feared or loved.
He can destroy you, or make you.

What am I?

What do I look like?

What do I look like?


It seems that more and more,
people are beginning to think of me as something or somebody else.
A fighter or a instigator,
also belligerent, do I come of as a belligerent person to you?

I don't understand it.
That's not who I am,
I'm not always here to fight,
I'm here to help you, not fight you're battles.

So next time,
please don't ask me to do you a favor saying,
"Do you want to mess with someone?"
Because it won't happen.

Do I deserve,
Abhorrence or scorn?
All for defending you?
I don't know.

Forget it,
I'll defend you,
when you need it.
Not for pety little things.

What do I look like?
...
:sigh:
I suppose one day, they'll stand on their own.
Maybe one day, I'll also be looked at as,
something else.

Church is only an excuse.

Church is only an excuse.


Today is obviously Sunday,
The "Lord's Day."
I told my parents,
"I see no point in going, you don't have to
go to church, in order to praise God."

Parents being parents they freaked.
Stating the following excuses.
"God does so much for us we have to thank him,
this is the only time when we're a family,
you're breaking his will."
It goes on and on.
I suppose they have a point in a way.

Well in response I told them,
"You don't have to praise God by going to church,
you can do it anytime, I see no point in doing so."
Of course the main reason is because I don't believe.

They kept insisting that I am just being lazy.
It's not true.
I don't believe in many of our teachings,
half of the time I don't know what to believe.

There's no reason to go to church, if you don't believe,
or if you're not even "praising God."

Well just to try to make my mother happy.
I got dressed and they were already out the door.
By the time I went out, no car was in sight.
They left me.

So me being me I said,
"Fuck you too."
I know the way my mother is she's just as stubborn,
so most likely she told my father to just leave me and let me walk.

Now I'm home and they should be home any minute now.
I wonder what they're going to imply now?
Ha.
Life is hilarious.

After all,
Church is only an excuse to profess you're faith.
You can do it any time,
any where.
So fuck that, I can be my own person.
Can I not?
...

Sympathy for the Devil.

Sympathy for the Devil.


A conversation between one and the other
about,
God and the Devil.


One replied in such a sarcastic voice,
"God has sympathy for all."
The other instigated an argument replying that,
"Does God have sympathy for everything?"

One countered this time more seriously,
"Of course he does. God is good towards all."
The other questioned in a sad tone,
"And what about the Devil and those casted into eternal damnation?
What sympathy has God shown to them?"

One couldn't answer,
the other sat in silence.
Both starred at each other and both replied,
"He doesn't."

Silence.

One finally spoke yet again saying the following.
"God has given them a chance to repent and ask for forgiveness.
They have lost their chance for everlasting happiness."

The other thought for a second and spoke these words.
"Yes, that maybe true, he has given them a chance to change,
but does that mean that they must remain in agony and pain
for a everlasting eternity?"

Again both sat in silence.

One spoke to himself, "God has sympathy for all mankind..."
The other stated to himself as well,
"Sympathy for the Devil, doesn't exist."

...how interesting. HA.

Bring the Pain.

Bring the pain.

Child don't act like you're in shame
So either bring the pain.
Or suffer the game.
We've got nothing to gain.

Or... do we?

Judgmental people.

Judgmental people.

Are not always a good thing.

So buddy, try to relax and take me for me.

Let me tell you something,
You act like "them" then kid, you're not going anywhere.