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The Devil In Disguise

For God so loved the world that 
he gave his only son 
So that those who believe in him may not die
 but have eternal suffering

He is the feeder of the apple
The poison of the soul
He gave us love to pass on pain and hurt

He made the world is 7 days 
Along with that the devil
He made himself
The war the devil and the pain

He made hell, suffering and et al
He tells us all to love
Quite a contradiction of and from himself
For if he loved he would kill us then and now

The omniscience, omnipotence I believe
Yet benevolence is false, as the moon floating round the sun

Love your neighbour as yourself
As we hate ourselves

Your body is a temple of the holy spirit
So within it you place a dagger to ease a pain of an infinite
We must not let life remain
Or he will make more pain

The world is an evil place but not of human sin
But as a cause of his creating
He formed himself so is the devil
The devil is 1 who’s loved
And that is how it shall remain
The devil has no love
So has no pain nor suffering
So worship him I do
For he I do admire

Nothing he has done for us 
Has helped us in our death
All he’s done to ease our pain
Is give us more love in the form of life
To make us hold the dagger in our hands and commit a holy sin

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Evol Never Gives Up

People may know 
Of a blinding pain
But there is none
Quite like that of love

You can not express it
You suffer on your own
Silent as a heart with no rhythm
Painful as a dagger at a bottomless pit

Filled with dread
When you meet
And filled with anxiety
For the next time your lead

Love takes you by the throat
And chokes you for dead
For you feel it
When between you and him lies a mote

You see others with love so tame
And wonder if love is 
Only cruel to you
Or just the same

The cold sweat running down your face
The thumping torture of the heart
Aware of every time his glare stabs at you 
As painful and as aching as your heart running a 3000 metre race

A race that you will never win
A race that keeps on going
A race you can not run from
A race with no rising of the chin

Love, is bitter, nasty and full of pain
Love is full of evol
But hides a disguise
And I wonder if forever will continue to be the same

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The Letter I Cannot Write

In your arms you held me
With comfort and love to spare
Yet you left me early
To leave me in a heap and die

You are the rain I suffer with
Yet you make my harvest bloom

You are the volcano that tears through the mountains
Yet gives hope to a new start in life
My heart pours open for you 
Like a 9000 foot dam
Crashing to the floor
Yet you cannot hear my silent echoes of pain
When you escape from my hold

You flood my world like the devils tsunami
Yet you make my river, valleys and sea

You are my poison leaking into my veins
To kill my heart, spirit and my soul
Yet you are the one who gives me drains, to escape the flood

You’re the letter I cannot write
And the heart I must keep well locked up

I hate the feeling of love and pain
Like the dagger you placed in my heart

You’re in my mind, wherever you are
I can love and hate the same
Because I hate you for making me in love
It would not be so bad if you were a distant
Yet somehow you are always here

You held me in your arms
And clasped me by the throat
I was in pain, yet could not seem to leave
You are the one who I love most
And could not leave until I must give in

I thought it was for the best
Yet I suffered yet more pain
Now I think back
I would do anything
For one last clasp again

I cling to you and you to me
Like at that party in his chair
I hugged you and you hugged me
And I long for that moment ever spare

I told you stuff, I never could tell
Only you would understand
Then you left me and I knew
I would never have that hug again

You leave me lonely, cold and shivering
In the rain and in the snow
I will never forgive you, for leaving me like that
Yet, I cannot say goodbye
As you have a clutch onto my heart
And you leave lonely in that chair
I miss you and write a letter of falsehood
I mean what I say but it’s not the truth
You are the letter I cannot write

I wish I could, but if you knew
The feelings, how I felt
That you are the one I love
Then you would never understand me ever again the same

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Forever Turning Leaf

My parents are yelling, to and fro,
All I do is sit here and wait, for the next scream and shout
My world has torn apart, MY home, MY world
I don’t want any sympathy, cause then I would cry
So many tears, to think so many families go through this fate
I hate this cruel, bitter, twisted world, I hate bitter life
The only reason why I keep going is for my mother
The heart-broken woman, cries for her life back
My father storming out, denying any hate

All I have now is my music, my sweet lulling music
If only I could live and dream my music
The sweet pluck of a guitar and the soothing voice
It understands what I go through, the pain and the agony
I look at baby photos, and even though I remember the every day arguments
I look oblivious and see it as the every day life
Every part of my home will go, the house, lifestyle, the shouting,
The address, to my bedroom I will have to say goodbye
Imagine walking into your house after a normal school day
And walking out knowing your life will never be the same again

Never seeing your bedroom again, never sitting on your sofa again, 
Never walking along your road to the near by shops
Knowing that you can never return
Knowing that your life is not in your hands anymore
I hate the world, I cannot get who I love, lead the life I want
And never see my life again

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The 1 I Want and Need

You inject yourself into my bloodstream
And give me a sense of high
But when you leave,
Your cravings become apparent

You force me to care and love
But I know you’ll only be around
For a minute length of time
And then you’ll leave me shivering and dead inside
Upon an empty couch

I try not to attach to anyone
Because I know it will only lead to pain
But you latch onto my strenuous beating heart
Like a bat onto its prey

I fear and know that it will lead directly to pain
The withdrawal symptoms of torched and tired aortic machine
Whether you, move away, leave me or you die, any leave will kill me
So why not do it now

Now I need you to keep going
I need you to survive

I live for you but want to die
And that’s the truth from I

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Savoye In Her Heavens

‘Savoye’ as she maybe named
If you could label the angel from God
She resembles the definitive purity
Once captured in her heavens
No return of the same mortal
She calls to you, longing for her returns
Its curves and angular approach
Are juxta-posed, but with,
No quarrel disagreements or row
Just tranquillity and harmony
LeCorbusier is the message of God
The one who dies in here

The madame reaches higher than the world
She looks down as if to feel superior
Yet all the human race
Know she is lost up in the atmosphere of isolated space

She rises with no weight on her step
No feeling of earth on her shoulders
But that of reverse

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The 1st Puff Is the Killer

If you don’t take the first puff
You’ll have nothing ever to miss
No loss or longing, no harm done at all

But if you take that first puff
I know that you will start to crave
A longing for more when it’s not always there

I wish you had never entered the scene, my world, my life
So then I would not have withdrawal effects from you
And I would not be in the know of your existence

Leave me now, to stop increasing pain
Leave me now and never return
Let me lead my life again

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Hating Love

I hate love, for love makes us hate,
I love hate, for hate makes us not love

If it were not for love
We would have no hate
If it were not for hate
We would have the love

Hate of greed, of jealousy, of possession
Stems from that of love
Love of that of care and passion
Soon does turn to hate

Love leads us astray from happiness
Hate leads us astray of love

If love were to go
We would feel no suffering
If hate were to go
We would feel no loving pain

Love and hate
And, hate and love
Are much the same to I
Yet love and hate
And, hate and love
Are two separate things alike