If I died today would I be dead tomorrow
would I lie in wait for my funeral service
or be cremated and ashes placed in an urn
Would someone bother to notice my demise
or would plenty grieve for my departure
Should my body wear a suit of black
or cover me in cloth of gold
Would I be dead tomorrow?
if I died today?
or would I ascend into a promise of belief
or descend into an abyss of flames
Would my lost soul wander the earth
or would my full spirit glow within the light of eternal
Is your belief your destiny
Is your fear your damnation
this fragile existence of human life
by any means in any way can end suddenly
or linger far into a century of mortal being
Am I ready to die, have I accepted fate
or do I just exist in living ignoring mortality
day by day night through night until it is not
All in all is all
Can you overthink what you do not know
but believe what you want to believe
Whatever gets you through
whatever lets you sleep at night.
My soul had risen to God.
My coffee sat untouched,
Notifications left unchecked,
Words left unsaid.
It had been my time for days now.
The doctors kept saying
It was a shock I held on this long.
I felt my breath stop
Heard the constant beep
Of the heart monitor
Nurses and doctors rushed in,
searching for a pulse
that wasn't there
But the worst sound I heard
the one that nearly pulled me
back down to Earth
was my mother,
sobbing for what had been
her baby boy.
He died on the field, to live in the heart,
Lifted are nations by heroes that fall;
Never we’ll know on which ground he took part;
But then, the truth is, he died on them all.
He held, on that day, “No evil shall pass!
No, not today, though I die at my post!”
Courage is not just a word by the crass,
But rises with flames, when duty calls most.
What shall we think of a life cut so short?
There once died a rose, that others might bloom;
What shall that death to the living report?
There once rose a call, that lives past the Tomb:
To face every danger, never to lag,
And to embody what’s meant by the flag.
.No one has ever died in my family, Ted said
his wife’s cheeks turned a teensy bit red
Ask Jodi, he said, referring to his wife
Jodi was deceased, his once-upon-a-time life
The next thing Ted did was throw the TV
It broke the window! He yelped out with glee
His wife Nancy was never the same after this.
Alzheimer’s had claimed her husband and her bliss.
Wake up,
Breathe and everything will be ok.
But I can’t move, what is this?
I’ve felt this before, I’ve been here before—yet.
I want to scream,
I need to scream and everything will be ok.
Is this a dream? Maybe sleep paralysis.
I’ve had this before, I’ve woken up before—yet.
All I can do is watch,
All I am doing is pretending that everything will be ok.
But as her blood continues to pool on the floor,
everything goes still and I don’t wake up.
I don’t know what to do,
I’ve never been here before.
Together we played on those streets during our infant stages, during our regless youth days we nearly died on those streets chasing quick cash, you have seen and been with me in my lowest, and you have seen me in my prime, to me your more than a brother, this ain't friendship, this is family bound by shared struggles. #Artistic Ronald
I died for beauty – twas my choice
To end my life this way;
In every note of her voice
Was universe at play:
Twas sparkling, shining, shimmering,
Twas elegant and bright,
In it the world was glimmering
As I then held her tight.
I died for beauty – as I did
My lifeforce to her went
And from the shackles it her freed
To live by her intent:
She needed lifeforce to be strong
And then to carry on
With universe to get along
And sing again her song.
I died for beauty, so it lives,
Is by me fertilized,
Shimmers and glimmers and conceives
And is now realized,
And though I died, what it gave birth
Was better than was I,
And now is set upon her course
To grow and multiply.
Nobody Died in Auschwitz
Don't let them fool you.
Don't believe the easy lies.
Nobody "died" in Auschwitz
Nor in any of their 10,000 Murder Factories.
No - that's too easy to say.
Starvation = Murder
Disease = Murder
Abuse = Murder
Medical "Experiments" = Murder
Exposure = Murder
They were sent there to die,
But all were helped along to it.
This is what happens
When ordinary people
Turn ordinary people
Into smoke
After those ordinary people
Embrace extraordinary evil
And forget those other ordinary people
Are just like them.
So -
Nobody "died" in Auschwitz
Morality died instead.
He Jesus Died for your sins
I pray you know he died for you
God our father raised him from death to eternal Life
Love is yours to give Lord Jesus I pray you give it in your salvation to all creation
I fear most of Czechia may not believe
I fear most of the world might not believe
Jesus I surrender my fears to you Lord
I surrender what I cannot change
All I dream I surrender to you Lord Jesus
Consider this title for all its worth
this is the Son of God, Jesus, the only one
He took our sins to Calvary's cross
there, He paid the ultimate price as God's son
Jesus became our substitute in our place
we should have paid it instead of Him
but out of His abundant love so priceless
He took our judgment right over the brim
But God the Father raised Him up
three days later, death's power was beat
this same Jesus walked again on earth
proving He is God, so bow at His mercy seat
Then Jesus ascended to His Father's side
there interceding on our behalf there
eternally in that place till He returns
for His elect under the holy Spirit's care
Come and celebrate our Thanksgiving
to this Lord Jesus, our great love
be eternally grateful for His faithfulness
His grace, His mercy, which came from above
Thank Him for His blessed shed blood
that covers our sins, blotting them out
bringing His imputed righteousness upon us
so not one sin can the Father eternally count
Praise the holy name of Jesus
God's lovely son forever, amen!
never forget all that He has done
glorious in His name, my forever friend
Episode two..What can we do.? The sixth
Generation in technology is forming ( the
Government issues no warning ) not as in
2020..' The threat was amplified by all and
Any.' Mostly by those in media and tech also pharmacies were in it over their heads
Its time to prioritise, to me thats clear.' Or go souless, as ghouls with no redress.' A
Citizen of tyranny, overruled by tech and motivated by innumerable fears.)
My father died three times,
defying death’s rule of one.
Statues of stillness,
an unintended museum of moments
I revisit often.
His first death still haunts me.
One drink summoned the thief.
A stranger’s eyes appeared in my father’s face,
grinning at the ground he’d gained.
His second death was a slow detonation,
a bomb held between im-
and ex-
plode.
Each sip he took turned want into need,
never quenching the thirst of the thief.
The third death came on a winter morning,
his body deserted, hollow before me.
A final offering from the grinning thief,
the discarded bottle he finally drained.
My Dad is done with his dying now,
the final funeral for all his deaths.
We stand shoulder to shoulder-
five descendants of dad and thief-
to say one last goodbye.
Each of us
looking back with his light blue eyes,
curating what remains.
The flower is dead
Right there in my head
I watered it everyday
It just withered away
Petals on the floor
Nothing anymore
All the love has gone
No will to carry on
All my beliefs
Falling like leafs
No more meaning
I stopped believing
she died in one day, the old man lamented.
I multiplied her age times three hundred and fifty-two.
She actually died in twenty-five thousand and eight hundred days.
He was way off the mark.
But since he is grieving
I let this slide.
Purest nectar.
Sweetest wine.
Finest Gold.
Brightest silver.
Solid like a rock.
Unmoved like a mountain.
Resilient like the wind.
Unchanged by the times.
Uncountable like the dust of the earth.
Unmeasured like the oceans.
Most passionate.
Most sincere.
Rear gem.
Heavenly treasured.
Older than time.
Yet younger than a child.
Hotter than the sun.
Yet as calm as the moon.
Rough as coal.
Brighter than diamond.
A predator.
Yet a prey.
The slain yet the hero.
The guardee yet the guardian.
Betrayed not denied (heritage)
Died, but lives.
Never before a being so steadfast.
Never before a being so kind.
Thus, "The Love Of God For Man."
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