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Lost my faith in church.. yetpadres and priests and jesuits
card'nals dressed in red
upon his throne the white pope sits
bishops bow their head
crusades and heretics to burn
faithful men so often spurned
acts of mercy few
and yet I still believe...
jihads car bombs and holy wars
terror 'round the bend
evil imam's behind closed doors
plotting coups again
and yet I still believe...
spent mortar shells leave acrid smells
fighting over dirt
for holy lander's - private hells
feelings always hurt
and yet I still believe...
The blood of billions at her feet
babylon the great
that ancient whore will see defeat
soon she'll take the bait
and yes I still believe!
J'ecoute vibrer cet invisible.J’écoute vibrer cet invisible.
Invisible et secret, cette voie vers le cœur.
J’entends vos ailes en frémissement d’un ange.
C’était l’hier où vous étiez encore aux langes,…
Et puis, les mains au ciel, vous guettiez le bonheur.
Les cordes tressent le destin en transparence
Où Dieu n’est que ce salaud qui n’est jamais là
Quand l’enfant souffre en son être, et bien au-delà;
Dieu n’intervient pas, même pour les apparences.
Dieu ne fut jamais que rumeur venue de loin
Qui pourrissait le beau, l’amour et le sublime.
Un Dieu crucifié n’est jamais qu’une victime
De celui qui l’abandonne en père et moins.
Demain je me marie,… mon frère s’est noyé,
C’était le mois d’avant qui gonflait la rivière.
Tu es belle mon cœur et tu es ma prière.
Peut-être le destin s’était-il fourvoy
Nothing LeftMy chest is burning, burning, burning.
My lungs are turning blue.
My vision's blurred, all color gone,
But still I swim for you.
You're worse off. You need my help.
But still you swim away.
And so I swim into the Night,
Abandoning the Day.
I'm getting slower. Slower.. Slower...
You seem to increase speed.
And so I fight to follow you,
And give the help you need.
You don't look back, despite my call.
You can't hear my silent scream.
I feel my body start to fail,
And watch you swim upstream.
My lungs are dying, dying, dying.
I desperately need air.
Although I know it's killing me,
I cannot help but care.
I keep fighting, but you won't stop,
You seem to like the pain.
And here I die, and start to fly,
Before I could explain.
I'm slowly flying, flying, flying,
Up toward the light of Day.
The water's gone, the air is sweet,
But I wanted to stay.
I tried with all I could to help,
Compassion's my Achilles heel.
I lost myself trying to rescue you,
And prove the danger's real.
My heart is singi
A Thank You to the Past GenerationsThough limbs go frail and senses start to fade,
As time keeps marching on relentlessly;
Despite the fact that memories are frayed,
There’s sometimes still a well of history;
Not quite as sharp or strong as in their youth,
But disregarded not should be their speech;
With values of respect, hard work and truth,
Pay attention – they may have more to teach;
The world we live in moves at such a pace,
That sometimes it is nice to slow back down;
Though to the future we will always face,
It never hurt to stop and look around:
To those who came before let’s give a cheer,
If not for them we’d not even be here
Star ShineWalking on a beach, you can feel like
A single grain of sand or a fish
In a shoal in the vast blue ocean
And you might walk until the sun dips
Toward the horizon and wonder
What is even the point of it all?
‘There are over seven billion
People and most will be forgotten
Myself included’ you might well think
But before you turn back to go home
For a moment look up at the sky.
There are billions of stars up there
They light up a little patch of space
And although all of them look the same
They’re still wished on like they are special
Whenever you feel like you’re nothing
Important, look up at the night sky
And try to make your bit of space shine
The Stripes of the TigerEach tiger’s stripes are different
Each leopard spots are unique
Though they may look similar
Each and all of them vary
It’s just the same with people
For no two are quite the same
Each one of us is special
Even if we share a name
Imagine the sheer dullness
If we did all look alike?
Endless rows of greyed out blobs
With the world in black and white
Every tiger does have stripes
Every leopard does have spots
And all of them are hunters
But identical they’re not
There’s lots of us with brown eyes
And a lot with green or blue
Others may share your nose shape
But still none of them are you
So next time you feel as if
You’re just a face in the crowd
Think of the mighty tiger
And you’re bound to feel more proud
The FairyShe stands beneath the willow tree
With wings of darkest forest green
A fairy new having just born
For she has died the day before
The wind blows gently at her feet
The crescent moon lights up the street
Hovering gently by the wall
She is invisible to all
Eternity BeginsAs you flip through the book of my life you will see,
That not every part is sparkling clean,
Though I look like a good girl,
I'm corrupted within,
Because even the good ones are chock full of sin.
From the moment I came onto Earth it was destiny,
All of my wrong doings lay out in front of me.
In a catalog,
Were the sins I wanted to be,
Rating from "This one feels good!" to "That's best for me!"
I ran on pure happiness mixed with adrenaline,
Living without my sin stunk in comparison!
But as the days wore on I felt a slight change,
All of my emotions were then rearranged.
I suddenly realized it felt worse to wallow,
Wherever I went my sin surely followed.
I lived in the darkness and stumbled around,
I had no hope that I'd ever,
I tried to keep going but eventually stopped,
I sat on the ground and let the sin drop,
On my head so it soaked me in eternal rain,
Nobody was coming to get me again.
I had not a soft or bright comfort to turn to,
I had no hope I'd get out
My PromisesIf when I’m looking at the world
My heart with anger thrums
I will use its drive to make things
Better for those to come
I care about my family
Of my friends I am fond
I like being independent
A frog in my own pond
Though sometimes I do seek revenge
Or I fall prey to spite
I like to help and understand
Others, and set them right
In the traditions of my home
I hold a lot of pride
No matter where I go in life
I will hold them inside
1J’ai du soleil plein les yeux
Apercevant de loin ce qui me rendait vieux,
Je rejoins en secret ce qui m’aveugle à mort,
Cette boule de feu aux reflets blancs ou d’or
Qui absorbe en son sein tout ce qui rend envieux.
Je me fonds alangui, j’avoue : je me sens mieux...
Je m’endors en souriant, le vide me rend fort
Qui s’ébroue en niant ce qui me faisait tort
Et me laisse au soleil, des rayons plein les yeux.
Le vent, loin des nuages, souffle : il est frais !
La pluie viendra plus tard, tout est joyeux pour l’heure
Mon ange et moi longeons les canaux où affleure
La joie simple, exister en voguant vers après,
Vers ailleurs... pour ressentir les embruns plus près,
Et vivre en enfant un été qui soit plus vrai.
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