Isaiah 53:5 But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5 But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed.
TW: Christian Theme
āā āā āā
You just took everything,
you know?
You took everything,
little by little.
You disassembled my world.
You reduced me to nothing.
You left me hollow, the shadows
echoed through my innermost parts.
You laid for me a blessed snare,
I fell and reached for the false
hands of my own pride,
slipped through and hit
my face on Your feet.
My God, My God, I collapsed.
...
TW: Christian
I find myself back at the door,
returned once more to the derelict
place, carved into the depths of
all that I am.
Iād forgotten the sound of Your knocking.
I heard it said that You kick the door
from its hinges, I like the thought of that.
At any rate, the door is open,
I remember, I give up, make Yourself
a home, Christ Jesus.
Mind the world spinning in the front room, and ...
The skyscrapers eat away at the clouds,
the clouds suffocated by the dense canopy;
the canopy covering the thickets rising
from the cracked cement;
the cement beneath the feet of the
hordes of businessmen clad in a few
scarce fig leaves and pulling at their
dry vine neckties, swinging their
briefcases;
their briefcases full of striving for the
wind and scraping at the clouds,
the clouds tha...
Donāt wake in the world
where the trees all died,
or slumber much in any place
where flowers wither
or give thorns.
Donāt look into the sun,
nor the eyes of a child
thin as dead trees,
withered like frail flowers.
Donāt search too long
for green in endless sands,
nor for any more time
than what youāre allotted
in your hourglass head.
The boy was ten,
the skeleton seven, maybe.
Donāt cry for...
Donāt wake in the world
where the trees all died.
Donāt wake in the morning,
donāt rise in the night.
Donāt wake in the world,
donāt wake in the sky.
Donāt wake in the āmorrow,
donāt make for the light.
Donāt make for the world
where the trees are alive.
Donāt rise to the clouds,
donāt uncover the lies.
Donāt wake anymore.
Donāt open your eyes.
Donāt see anything.
Sleep and be blind.
Do...
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ocne, in wcihh he rmoveed
his fcae and gvae his rdaeres
stmoeihng to csnodierā
(petty I know. Sorry.)š¢
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Iām writing some random piece fyi.
\/ probably triggering idk. Iām sleepy. 16hour shift. Deliriumāinspiration atp
āI perishā
Iām exhaustedā but wide awake.
Iām falling apartā completely together.
Iām doing my best with my worst.
Iām picking up all our...
The angular buildings slash across
the sunless horizon.
Itās loud about the pale faces;
there is no sound.
All fall into a single file,
filling the scene with dreary grey
and order that isnāt order; but fear.
Theyād never know it.
Theyād never show it.
And the angular buildings slash
across the sunless horizon.
And fear slashes across
the orderly greyed faces....
The pointy hat man
aims his finger to the sky
and the flames pour
into the uproarious night.
āMuggles have a right to life!ā
He leads the chant with all his might,
so they may see with equal sight.
The pack of struggling muggles smuggle their crudgels beyond the Guardmage,
and one whispers to the rest amid
the arcane unrest, āTonight we take an eye for eyes.ā
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No idea. Just messing around...
A man with the crooked tie held a crumbling teapot, pouring a round
of applause to the captive crowd as
the bulldozer made its way through
his china-shop-heart. They gave him a promotion as he turned to ash; they plastered his face onto every dying star ā giving him pats on the back. Some with their hands, some with their eyes, and some with stilettos. Such shame has no place among the throne....
Just messing around with words. Dipping my feet into language. Been a bit since I wrote haha. Hope everyone is doing well! Sorry Iām not very active. Life is one big gut check right now. Go figure! š
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Iāll name his eyes
Dispondent,
his hands
Distraught.
His heart
disappeared for a moment.
The tears seldom shone
on his face.
His mouth sunk to his chin,
his eyes to his skull,
his sou...