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I can understand now.
That Hell I lived,
I didn't know it then,
And now that I know -
It haunts me, dearly...
But I was only a child,
A slow one in fact,
So how could I have known?
She left me, but I learned.
I was given no teacher,
But that hellish childhood
Did teach me something:
To and how to understand.
That Hell I lived,
I didn't know it then,
And now that I know -
It haunts me, dearly...
But I was only a child,
A slow one in fact,
So how could I have known?
She left me, but I learned.
I was given no teacher,
But that hellish childhood
Did teach me something:
To and how to understand.
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The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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apocryphal
so cunning and seemingly honest
at times there is nothing but wit
yet not quite real on the inside
but nothing we care to admit
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Shamayim
The ancient land of Shamayim
was wrought by El the ever-fair,
together with his favoured son,
Yeshua Gentle-Hands and their
beloved wisest counsellor:
a man called Ruach Breath-of-El.
And ne'er were three such faithful friends
and ne'er did three agree so well --
that aided one must aid them all.
Thus prospered wondrous Shamayim.
The people built a throne for El
of golden bough and silver limb
with crystal lilies trailing down,
all glowing in his brilliance.
They sang and danced and played for him
and reveled in his radiance.
Yeshua sat at his right hand
and 'twixt them oft was Ruach found.
Yet many times he wandered out
towards Shamayim's f
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some memories just come back to haunt us when we get older..