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God give you a painless path each day and all days

God give you joy each way and always

God give you all always and all ways

Footnote:

Isaiah: I delight not in your blood sacrifice.

Isaiah: He who slays an ox is as he who kills a man.

 September.13.2000

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

Bring me to the land of love not far away

A true love fantacy

Lets pack our dreams and run away

It's time to start romancing

Love to land

Is where I want to be

Next to me I want a lover to stand

With this man the future I want to see

The gorgeous children we make

The memories we store

The mouth watering food we bake

This love we create won't be a bore

Because there are no mistakes

And no tears to cry

The best part none of it is fake

We can never be sad even if we try

We drowned our sorrow in the lake

Nothing can pass us by

Copyright

I speak my mind.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I bear you my soul.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I believe that all beings and 

life forms are all the same, 

and different, 

at the same time, 

and that we are slowly losing 

our connection to this concept 

as a species, and it is destroying us.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I believe there is a sanctity 

that lies within each individual,

every animal,

every life form.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

Don't like my

style of self-expression?

My authenticity?

My 'attitude'?

My disgust with closed-minded people?

My honesty?

My truth?

It's just plain too bad.

I love yours, and I hope 

one day we can meet halfway.

4:20 PM 6/28/2013

©

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zIW8qDPhos

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Dwelling in the interstices between planes,
Composing the Universe.
Manifestation as a conglomeration,
Globes shifting, flowing into another.

Deity of Sorcerers and Wizards,
Granting them great power
To travel between the planes
To see into a plane through crystal globes.

 
Commanding various monsters
From distant worlds...

Gifts in return,
Opening the way
For Yog-Sothoth
To travel from His domain.

Tawil at'Umr;
Wishing to travel to distant places.
Being the least malignant
Him unveiled
Causes great sacrifice.

Utterly mad,
Destruction on its path.

The Cult of Ne-Pang
Is a Yog-Sothoth Cult.
Order of the Silver Twilight
The Temphill Cult
Claim this name too.

Power to travel within the planes,
Reaching any other time or space.
He is the Key and the Gate.
Opener of the Way,
Wishing to enter this plane.

how i feel
how much i feel
nobody cares
just walk and walk
that much they dare
i exist from the beginning to the end
did anyone ever questioned how i repaired
from the foot, from the truck
that includes you my friend
your kindness and your laws of dignity
i'm just a way
just a path to be followed
at the bottom which filled with hollow
how much i bear
how long i bear
did anyone questioned

I'm just your path
i just give you a direction
of your success
for your life
live with no care
every time repair whenever there is need
with empty hollow and empty shell
from the beginning to the end

You think you know me
But you can’t look me in the face
‘Cause everytime you look at me
It only reminds you of your disgrace

I’m cut, and I’m bleeding
I’m lying still there dying on the floor
You stand there, and you can’t see
All the things you’ve done-to-me

My true feelings are veiled behind
The mask of my own torn-up face
You can’t see you’re destroying me
Because you can’t even look my way

I’m cut, and I’m bleeding
I’m lying still there dying on the floor
You stand there, and you can’t see
All the things you’ve done-to-me

The pain is bearable
But only because I’ve felt it before
Now everytime I think you love me
You send me screaming to the floor

No more
No more
No more
No more

I’m cut, and I’m bleeding
I’m lying still there dying on the floor
You stand there, and you can’t see
All the things you’ve done-to-me

I left you and found another
He cares for me like never before
Jesus Christ, Way, Truth, Life,
I’ll never endure your abuse anymore

(Spoken)
“For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord.”

I was cut, and I was bleeding
I was lying still there dying on the floor
Now you stand there, and you finally see
All the things you’ve done-to-me