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#5641
03-01-2024, 09:10 PM
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Worshiping of your gods have been done to death (literally) so why continue? Cuz it gives you succor. It gives you warmth and a feeling of belonging. A place to empty your wallet. Etc.
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#5642
03-01-2024, 09:31 PM
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As Cities Burn
'Contact' Hearts aren't really our guides We are truly alone 'Cause God ain't up in the sky, Holding together our bones Remember we used to speak? Now I'm starting to think, That your voice was really my own, bouncing off the ceiling back to me God, this can't be God, this can't be God, could it be that all we see is it? Is this it? Is this it? Won't you come down, heaven Won't you come down Won't you cut through the clouds Won't you come down? (Did your clouds stop his voice?) Won't you come down, heaven Won't you come down Won't you cut through the clouds Won't you come down? Come down... Come down... Come down... Oh, my heaven, why? do you have doors to close? Do you have clouds to stop his voice? Oh, my heaven, why? do you have doors to close? Do you have clouds to stop his voice on the way down? God, this can't be God, this can't be God, could it be that all we see is it? Is this it? God, does grace reach to this side of madness? 'Cause I know this can't be, The great peace we all seek Won't you come down, heaven? Won't you come down? Won't you cut through the clouds Won't you come down? (Did your clouds stop his voice?) And brother have you found the great peace that we all seek? You say take a look around If there's a God, then he must be asleep God must be asleep God must be asleep God must be asleep God must be... Asleep
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Kellian Cove (60 Wood Elf Rogue) Parra Doxx (55 Barbarian Shaman) “This man is using his mind as a weapon …and woe be tide the creature who steps into his garden" -Finch | ||
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03-01-2024, 11:47 PM
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#5644
03-02-2024, 06:03 PM
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Tilian & Jonny Craig
'Back To Life' Said you had your reasons You needed a breath just to clear your lungs And I watched the seasons change How you have changed Couldn't fight those demons How they crept inside and filled you up Gave you all those reasons to run away And I'm bursting at the seams So I let it all out that night Couldn't hold it in any longer I'll admit I was trying to pick a fight See, the flame is sparkling And now we've got one chance to make it We've got one chance to make this right So put your broken heart in my hands I'll bring you back to life, bring you back to life Come tomorrow, when you've made your mind Up and swallowed your pride We can follow plans we've been making for the longest time And I'm bursting at the seams So I let it all out that night Couldn't hold it in any longer I'll admit I was trying to pick a fight See, the flame is sparkling And now we've got one chance to make it We've got one chance to make this right So put your broken heart in my hands I'll bring you back to life 'Cause we're falling out of reach (We're falling out of reach) And I'm bursting at the seams (Bursting at the seams) Can't bring you back to me (Can't bring you back) Back to me (Can't bring you back) Couldn't stop those demons, how they crept inside and filled you up Gave you all those reasons to run away So I let it all out that night Couldn't hold it in any longer I'll admit I was trying to pick a fight See, the flame is sparkling And now we've got one chance to make it We've got one chance to make this right So put your broken heart in my hands I'll bring you back to life, bring you back to life I'll bring you back to life
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Kellian Cove (60 Wood Elf Rogue) Parra Doxx (55 Barbarian Shaman) “This man is using his mind as a weapon …and woe be tide the creature who steps into his garden" -Finch | ||
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#5645
03-02-2024, 06:27 PM
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La Dispute
'King Park' Another shooting on the southeast side. This a drive-by, mid-day, Outside of the bus stop, by Fuller and Franklin. Or near there. Not far from the park. About a block from where the other shooting was last month. Or was it last week? Shots were fired from an SUV heading northbound, Eastown, The target a rival but they didn't hit the target this time. They hit a kid we think had nothing to do with it. And I travel backwards through time and space and I disintegrate, become invisible. I want to see it where I couldn't when it happened. I want to see it all first hand this time. I want to know what it felt like. So I float behind police lines, reconstruct the scene in fragments of memories. I want to know what his mother looked like up close, I want to see her leaning over his body. So I float there, transcend time. I want to capture it accurately. I want to know what the color of the blood was spilling out from the tarp onto the concrete. I want to write it all down so I can always remember. If you could see it up close how could you ever forget how senseless death, how precious life. I want to be there when the bullet hit. And the crowd poured out as the shots drowned into siren sounds, out of their houses now And over front yards, all the way up to the place where the police tape ran to mark the crime Scene. Everybody trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening, Of what was going on between the ambulance and all the cop cars. Everybody gossiping, "Whose kid got hit? Where'd it hit him? And who could've fired it?" Everybody wondering, "How did it happen again? And is he dead? These children. Our kids." Everybody wondering how far they were from where the victims lived. And I visit them, their houses. Inside my dream I visit them. My spirit, soaring high and high up over King Park, leaves the crime scene, travels further back Till far before the shooting, through their windows, to their living rooms. I see them younger this time, playing games and doing homework. All these marks of youth soon transformed coldly into stone for fights and stupid feuds. For ruins wrapped in gold. And cruelly I recall why I have come: To find a reason. But There cannot be a reason, not for death, not like this. Not like this. Three days later they made funeral plans. The family. Three days later a mother had to bury her son. Not far away the shooter holed up in a hotel near to the highway with a friend and the gun. That same gun. He'd fled immediately but was identified by witnesses, his picture on TV. Only 20 years old, they called him "Grandpa." He was older than the others by a year, Maybe two. And he was safe for awhile until somebody saw him there and notified the authorities Who surrounded the hotel, first arresting an accomplice while attempting to flee, Then chasing him up the staircase to the floor where he'd stayed. He closed the door hard Behind him, locked himself in the room. They could've kicked in the door but knew the gun was still with him, One he'd already used and so they feared what he'd do. I floated up through the window of a room to the West. I hovered out to the hallway, tried to listen in. I heard them trying to reason, get him to open the door. His uncle begging and pleading, half-collapsed to the floor. He preached of hope and forgiveness, Said, "There is always a chance to rectify what you've taken, make your peace in the world." I thought to slip through the door, I could've entered the room, I felt the burden of murder, it shook the earth to the core. Felt like the world was collapsing. Then we heard him speak, "Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself? Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself? Can I ever be forgiven 'cause I killed that kid? It was an accident I swear it wasn't meant for him! And if I turn it on me, if I even it out, can I still get in or will they send me to hell? Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?" I left the hotel behind, don't want to know how it ends.
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Kellian Cove (60 Wood Elf Rogue) Parra Doxx (55 Barbarian Shaman) “This man is using his mind as a weapon …and woe be tide the creature who steps into his garden" -Finch | ||
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#5646
03-02-2024, 07:14 PM
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Evia, the JukeboxHero.
I had an internet aquaintance once, on WinMX he'd come waltzing in with a bunch of cut/paste song lyrics mostly in CAPS. He was busting caps, so to speak. Then he busted a cap in his own face. Sad sad story. https://youtu.be/Ic02W1bWeFU?feature=shared I know, I'm livin' in the past. | ||
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#5647
03-02-2024, 08:36 PM
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The Devil Wears Prada
'Forlorn' At the time of the onset Humanity mismanaged The gravity of the virus It's hopeless now, this tragedy Exhausted of necessities We're forced to flee without escape Complete retreat since the outbreak Biblical devastation Superlative damage We've lost control We're in a panic We've lost control like we ever had it Reduced to nothing Reduced to sorrow We've lost control We're in a panic It's hopeless now, this tragedy Exhausted of necessities We're forced to flee without escape Complete retreat since the outbreak It's hopeless now, this tragedy Exhausted of necessities We're forced to flee without escape Complete retreat since the outbreak We're forlorn and I know that We've been torn from what we once loved Selfish, so selfish Forlorn and I know that We've been torn from what we once loved It's hopeless now, this tragedy Exhausted of necessities We're forced to flee without escape Complete retreat since the outbreak
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#5648
03-03-2024, 02:59 AM
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