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Projects and Credits

I am born in this world, but I know not why;
Yet is a plan of mystery, a project in the mind of God.
He is holy and I ought to be holy,
I am His property, and He's my Eternal Designer,
He hath made me in His Image, and I ought to reflect His,
He hath made the world for me, and I ought to live for Him,
He's the ONE dwelt awhile on earth in flesh,
And I ought to know this mystery in which my credits lie.
His plan of redemption is the grand project,
And my life for Him ought to be my credits. 
But where do I stand with my'credits'?
I have no virtues on my part as engulfed in desires,
I dream on earthly  'values' gripped in fear,
I lay projects on my own; but crumpled in debits.
I reap failures with my self-styled ideosyncracies,
For I deny the Truth of the Eternal Engineer.
How can I earn credits if I incline myself to myself,
And forget the statutes of the Maker of the Life Project?
My pains will turn joy if I add my projects to my credits,
My failures will turn success if I do my projects without debits. 
What if my projects are done in selfish motive?
So, here lies the way to escape debits without Self, but with HIM.


Immortal

I feel your breath upon my skin
Causing shivers from within.
You whisper in my ear
That there is nothing to fear.

Your blood red eyes
Tell me those are lies.
My life is about to disappear
Yet I still stand here.

I do not want to lead a life
That causes dischord and strife
But I cannot move a muscle
Even though I need to hustle.

I do try to leave you
But you already knew
What I would try to do
Your side to me you drew.

My cries go unheard
My pleas seem absurd
Most exquisite pain
When teeth pierce my vein.

I am rooted to the spot
And no longer try to plot
My very own escape
As a new plan takes shape.

As he drinks my blood
New thoughts begin to flood
Thoughts of life eternal
And now being nocturnal.

I feel a brand new strength
One that goes on at length.
I smell blood and fear
Yet rules I must adhere.

No longer can bear the sun.
Can lift more than a ton.
Have the power of speed
And to Enthrall if I so need.

I am no longer mortal.
I am a glorious immortal.
What here has transpire?
I am now a Vampire.

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