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My heavenly Death. Nice quiet scenes Turn to dark red battles The cute blush of my cheeks Is now faintly blue with cold My serinity has evaporated And I face the inevitable My blood runs icy But the rush or red trickling As if crawling Is a comfortless warmth Against my clammy skin But I have no complaints Because the peace is returning [alternate ending] And my soul has been burning For another glimpse of you I have been waiting For the overwhelming white The welcome home I recieve Is the satisfaction I need ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Ol` Black and White He'd been stabbed, bled, choked, and whipped, but he still peresevered. He was starved and beaten but the decision was made. He knew he was on his way to a glorius victory. To die for those he loved was worth every ounce of his pain. They would be forgiven for what they did to him and why they did it. As the nails fell in place and they hung his tree on the hillside, the demons screamed. And as Jesus drew his last breath, he knew the real victory. [part 2] "An army will stop them!" communicated the young demon stupidly. "You're so inexperienced that you don't even know how stupid that sounds. Let alone if we did it." the demon responded back. "The Son of God cannot be stopped by an army." expressed the wise old demon. "Shut up! All of you! We shall wait. He cannot handle God forsaking him. He will rescue himself or I will persuade him to do it." Satan commanded them. He Jesus had never been seperated from God. So at the cross the next day, he slithered up the hill and whispered in Jesus's ear, "Why did your father leave you Jesus? Why are you seperated from him? You should go to him." But Jesus only looked at him and said three words that had every demon screaming in agony. "It is finished." |
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The Only Difference Between Reality And Puppets
They will never know what is going on. No they will not. We are going to feed our nation newer, better, and sexier trends. And they won't even know that they are our little puppets. But this isn't against their will b/c they waqnt an alternative to that strict no fun policy of the "UPRIGHT". So we will make the new improved lifestyle and then wait for it to fall apart like the one before.
These are our plans: the teenagers will divide into two groups. One is the trend following, the well known "preps". Except our newer version which is more tramp. As for the second group, well...they will think that they are "rebelling" but in reality they are just taking the lead from what we tell them is rebelling. Gothic punks are learning from the oxymoron bands as in good charlotte, linkin park, and simple plan just to name a few. The gangsta trend is something they actually made up themselves. Sort of a cross between a prep and a punk. We are so proud of them. The next generation will be just rightly programmed. |
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Voices of the World
The phantom in my head says that I should do what they tell me. He says that this belly shirt will look cool and boys will look at me. The phantom says that I could be somebody if I didn't care what my parents say. The phantom in my head says that smoking weed will make me cool. He says everyone else goes to wild parties and drinks beer. The phantom in my head says that I need to have a boyfriend to make me even more popular. The phantom says that store-bought is better than homegrown. He says that they will accept me if I give into the pressure.
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Seer
It was six in the morning, in E-ville Indiana when Shelly Shelton woke up to her favorite song on her best clock radio. She got up and picked out her first-rate outfit, which she slipped into with amazing ease. Then she polished her shining whtie teeth and brushed her beautiful blonde hair. She looked in the mirror and said to her very vain self, I am beautiful.
Then abruptly, her fingernails started to grow at an alarming rate. They were growing so fast that they started curling. What was happening?? While her nails were getting longer and dirtier by the second she was developing an odor that was coming from her... warts? Warts were spreading from her face to the rest of her body. How was this happening? By now she was screaming, but noone came. Her hair was turning into greasy, gray dreadlocks. She realized suddenly that her feet had grown to be twice as long as her arms. Everything around her turned black. Except for the mirror. And a voice boomed, THIS IS WHAT I SEE...
And for the first time she saw herself for what she truly was. |
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We have been so busy lately with unpacking and such, the kids haven't mentioned much about the activities they are missing back home. They were very active in their youth groups and at the library and so forth. So our local library, small as it is, has a Live Poet Society where teens meet weekly and discuss their writing.
The girls have gone twice now and are really enjoying themselves. Each girl (currently there are no guys in the group) reads her writing assignment for that week. They all discuss what they think about that writing & then move on to the next. One of the librarians is a local published author. He leads the discussion. At the end, he will pick a topic to write on for the next week... their new assignment.
The topic of the week is normally picked by the girls scanning the books of the young adult room. It is normally an "interesting phrase". The girls can write prose or poetry. Examples of topics include "Can I risk lighting the candle?" and "He couldn't lock up the Bible.".
I plan to begin posting the girls writings for this activity weekly... Check in later today... |