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It stands to reason,
the wicked know,
that all who perish go below,
but not everyone believes,
or thinks or sees,
the almighty is almighty,
rather than just a human being.
For who is it that punishes the wicked,
if not the other humans,
with tongues sharpened,
and when all the world stands in flames,
it is not the devils work,
or those who he has slain.
It is the hands of humans,
blood stained and calloused,
that rip apart the wicked,
the good and the kind,
all in one blow,
and all in one frame of mind.
They think to rid humanity of this,
injustice to those who deserve more,
yet they create so much,
so much when then heave out words of,
iron and steel and take away with them,
everyone else's wills.
the wicked know,
that all who perish go below,
but not everyone believes,
or thinks or sees,
the almighty is almighty,
rather than just a human being.
For who is it that punishes the wicked,
if not the other humans,
with tongues sharpened,
and when all the world stands in flames,
it is not the devils work,
or those who he has slain.
It is the hands of humans,
blood stained and calloused,
that rip apart the wicked,
the good and the kind,
all in one blow,
and all in one frame of mind.
They think to rid humanity of this,
injustice to those who deserve more,
yet they create so much,
so much when then heave out words of,
iron and steel and take away with them,
everyone else's wills.
Literature
Prepared
I cried until my eyes dried out and the world became black.
I bled until my heart stopped beating and my skin went cold.
I loathed until my soul collapsed and my mind grew dark.
This was when my demons handed me a mask of the face I used to wear and whispered
Go on. Life can't hurt you anymore.
Literature
Hidden
On the outside you see a happy smiling face,
On the inside I'm a shell.
A shell I once was.
People try to make me normal,
but don't you see?
It can never be.
Normal is an illusion, based off our society's expectations.
Nobody is normal,
We all have our own struggles, our own demons.
Hidden deep beneath us,
Some hide it well.
Some don't hide it at all.
Rather than fight about our differences, we should come together as a community.
As a whole, find a common denominator Among Us.
Respect each other, love each other.
We only have one life,
why waste it with hate?
Literature
Nothing But Laughter: Prologue
I still remember it all like it was yesterday. The day I learned my family was gone. Not a day goes by where I wish I was there to save them.
Alex’s Journal
The lone dimmed room was far too silent for the mercenary known as Marquis. The lone metal desk with stools welded into the floor sitting on both sides made it all feel like an interrogation room. The metallic interior walls were covered with an aged coat of chipping paint as a poor attempt to make the place look like a room of an average house. But it was clear that whoever owned this place had long since given up making it look homely.
Mark was beginning to feel a little naked
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A wise point you put there and I like how this was written.