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  317.     

The World Through The Other Side Of The Glass

We all start out young we come from many decades. We are born in times of war, famine, poverty, golden ages, fads, happiness and more. We come into this world knowing we are here to make a change for the better. We born a promise a promise to good and the harder be growing up the more mature we become. We find not only that the world around us change, but people change as well. You remember the good times and the bad times. We often wonder what could have been and what might have been. You get to point in life where so much has changed, that you settle in a nostalgic state. You live your life from that perspective and that is the last year you felt most comfortable. We never know why things happen? Maybe they happen for reason or maybe they happen to better us? Life is river and we are rowing to get there. We are faced with many rapids which change our course and make us realize that we need to work as team. We are one of many among a world trying to understand each other. The faces grow and the time goes. The sun sets and the sun rise each and every day. We find the palm trees and the vast smells of the ocean calm the soul. We find that if we go to happy and quiet place we can cope with whatever challenges we are faced. We know are dreamers and believers. We know we have one mssion.
 
joe hirsch

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  318.     

Martyr Cry

find your voice. stop been what you become that simple toy. don't get annoy find a way to escape the ploy. make it count and you will see we where bound to succeed you know what i mean? i see the poverty but i also see the riches and life is full of weakness but one chance to take over is the reason why i am living.. stay on the price to see what lies over the mountains and let the water come flow over like a fountain. make it yours, but stay true to your self don't loose your soul. and youll see at the end even if you have 1 dollar your heart would be more valuable then all the gold. let the rain pour because the people that give more are those who are poor. let those words hit you hard.. and if you don't agree with me then I could care less who you are. because you never seen what i seen. or better yet never been where i been. i champion the have not…. those are my peoples, and my heart will be yours even when i spit money we will always be equals. let the hopeless have hope and the non believer believe.. the tight bastards give and our faith let it live. i see you, i see your pain... because i see a little of myself in your shoe's today. i am hungry. hungry for change too see the black become white and white become black so we could take it all back to the start when all we possessed was our heart. revolution revolution revolution! ! ! ! ! ! ! my life to the people not no damned institution. live only by Gods constitution.. give me and all my people restitution..
 
Raymond Valadez

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  319.     

Reason For Our Existence

Pain, poverty, sorrow, sin, suffering, rape, abuse, resistance, captivity, insecurity, handicap, all forms of set back

How do we react?

All is blessed who takes, receives, is given and bleeds
With a smile and realization that it is but one mile.
 
Jeff Rushton

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  320.     

Words For Thought

'SINCE THE BEGINING OF MY LIFE I NEVA SEEN TRUE HAPPINESS, WAR DEATH A POVERTY INFESTS MY SURROUNDING SOCIETY. CRACK ADDICTED FEANS LIVING IN THE GUTTER STEALING FROM THEIR FAMILIES AND ABANDONING THEIR BABIES.TATTOOS IN MY SKIN IM MARKED BY THE BEAST WITHIN TOO MANY CROOKED POLITICIANS AND GAY GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS LIEING AND DECIEVING THE VERY PEOPLE THEY SWORE TO UPHOLD. IN THIS DAY AND AGE KIDS ARE DYING YOUNG.16 IS THE NEW 60 MOST OF THEM ARE IN THE GROUND OR SERVING A MINIMUM OF ATLEAST 50. I LOOK AROUND AND ALL I SEE IS LOST SOULS WAITING TO BE FOUND. BUT THIS WORLD HAS DONE SO MUCH EVIL IS THERE ANY HOPE THAT THE SAVIOR WILL RETURN. MAYBE HE HAS AND THIS IS WHATS LEFT A WORLD TORN APART BY SIN. RACE'S ARE DIVIDED CONSTANTLY FIGHTING WILL WE EVER BE UNITED. COME TOGETHER FOR A BIGGER PURPOSE, MY SOUL IS HURTING MY ANGER KEEPS GROWING I WANT TO LASH OUT AND STILL I KEEP GOIN TRYNA KEEP MY MIND FOCUS BUT THE LUST FO MONEY IS A CUNNING TEMPTRESS. SO MUCH SHE BECOMES A NECESSITY IN ORDER TO SURVIVE SHE ATTACKS MY WILL TO THRIVE. GOT ME DESPERATE TO FIND HER WHEREEVER SHE RESIDES. TRY TO STAY LEGIT AND WORK THE GRAVEYARD SHIFT SMOKE SO MUCH PIFF I WALK AROUND PARANOID AND STIFF. LABEL ME AS A MISFIT A THUG SAY I SHOW NO LOVE.MAYBE IN MY PAST BEFORE I DIED AND WAS REBORN THROUGH THE BLOOD OF CHRIST. GOD MY SOUL IS ENDOWED AND AWAITING YOUR MESSAGE WILL I EVER GET TO SEE HEAVEN. JEHOVAH CAN I BE UR WITNESS BLESS ME WITH THE TONGUE TO SILENCE A NATION AND STUN SATAN! ! IF JUST FOR A MOMENT I WILL DIE A HAPPY MAN OR LIVE PROFOUND FOR THROUGH MY BODY THE BREATH OF GOD WAS FELT ALL AROUND... AND ON THAT DAY MAY THE DEAD RISE OUT THE GROUND... ALLAH I THANK YOU FOR THE OPPORTUNIT TO LIVE BUT IF I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE LIKE This I would have just stayed in the abyss…..
 
gary Hardesty

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