So here we are again,
Doing the same as we did before,
Waiting for the bell to ring...
Maybe today you'll do something.
We sit here waiting to be told what to do,
You sit there and tell us to stop talking.
You sit there and wonder why we do nothing,
We're waiting for you to do something.
So here we are doing nothing again...
Have you always done this before?
Have the others before sat waiting for you
Waiting to be told what to do?
Waiting for you to stand up and teach
While you were just biding your time?
Did they just sit waiting for the bell to ring
And waiting for you to do something?
So here we are again,
Same as we will hereafter,
Sa
The moon was a relatively new addition to the great viridian expanse of land she called "the world". It had been appearing in the sky in place of the sun roughly every twelve hours for about six months now; before then, the sun had hung paralysed in the sky, casting his invisible rays of light through the great cerulean canopy and ashen clusters above, upon the indefinite plain and the crystalline streak of water she walked alongside, never moving an inch. She remembered well the day the sun began to move, and the time him took for the sun to set, and she remembered quite vividly the unthinkable array of colours that enveloped the sky as the
Can Demuirgia no longer be heeded?
And is Daring now outlaw?
In this, both the trough and pinnacle Achievement,
Numberless visionaries venturing to that big gilded Fantasy Land,
Original Notions, genius Conceptions!
Passed up for diluted Repetitions.
Hardly anything innovative, hardly anyone inventive, anymore!
Oh, what happened! what happened to your empire? So many fresh minds,
But still attenuated by your fear of ingenuity!
It mustn't be like this, you still can change, you still have a chance to
Adapt to your former glory—a master, a symbol, of the Artistic Industry.
I had found a lot of interesting things throughout my life—such was to be expected in a place like this, a place littered with artefacts from anytime between the Eighteenth and Twenty-Sixth Centuries. I was no stranger to these objects—rather, I was no stranger to stumbling across them—but somehow this one caught me off guard. Something about was just... just different. I suddenly felt at peace when I found this book, like everything I had gone through had never happened. At the same time, the feeling of pure peace was unsettling; I spent every hour scared that someone would try to steal everything I had, and now I suddenly
There was nothing he could do about it.
He had been arrested.
He had tried to fight them off, he had tried to escape, and he had tried to hide, but ultimately he was caught. Now he was being charged justly for resisting arrest and unjustly for third-degree murder. But he had never done anything wrong, never done anything legally punishable in his life. He had never stolen, he had never raped, he had never discriminated, he had never vandalised, he had never kidnapped, he had never hacked the Ultranet or the Rubronet or the Vironet or the Cyanet or the Porphyronet or the Erythronet, and he had never hurt anyone. And now the police were charg
So here we are again,
Doing the same as we did before,
Waiting for the bell to ring...
Maybe today you'll do something.
We sit here waiting to be told what to do,
You sit there and tell us to stop talking.
You sit there and wonder why we do nothing,
We're waiting for you to do something.
So here we are doing nothing again...
Have you always done this before?
Have the others before sat waiting for you
Waiting to be told what to do?
Waiting for you to stand up and teach
While you were just biding your time?
Did they just sit waiting for the bell to ring
And waiting for you to do something?
So here we are again,
Same as we will hereafter,
Sa
The moon was a relatively new addition to the great viridian expanse of land she called "the world". It had been appearing in the sky in place of the sun roughly every twelve hours for about six months now; before then, the sun had hung paralysed in the sky, casting his invisible rays of light through the great cerulean canopy and ashen clusters above, upon the indefinite plain and the crystalline streak of water she walked alongside, never moving an inch. She remembered well the day the sun began to move, and the time him took for the sun to set, and she remembered quite vividly the unthinkable array of colours that enveloped the sky as the
Can Demuirgia no longer be heeded?
And is Daring now outlaw?
In this, both the trough and pinnacle Achievement,
Numberless visionaries venturing to that big gilded Fantasy Land,
Original Notions, genius Conceptions!
Passed up for diluted Repetitions.
Hardly anything innovative, hardly anyone inventive, anymore!
Oh, what happened! what happened to your empire? So many fresh minds,
But still attenuated by your fear of ingenuity!
It mustn't be like this, you still can change, you still have a chance to
Adapt to your former glory—a master, a symbol, of the Artistic Industry.
I had found a lot of interesting things throughout my life—such was to be expected in a place like this, a place littered with artefacts from anytime between the Eighteenth and Twenty-Sixth Centuries. I was no stranger to these objects—rather, I was no stranger to stumbling across them—but somehow this one caught me off guard. Something about was just... just different. I suddenly felt at peace when I found this book, like everything I had gone through had never happened. At the same time, the feeling of pure peace was unsettling; I spent every hour scared that someone would try to steal everything I had, and now I suddenly
There was nothing he could do about it.
He had been arrested.
He had tried to fight them off, he had tried to escape, and he had tried to hide, but ultimately he was caught. Now he was being charged justly for resisting arrest and unjustly for third-degree murder. But he had never done anything wrong, never done anything legally punishable in his life. He had never stolen, he had never raped, he had never discriminated, he had never vandalised, he had never kidnapped, he had never hacked the Ultranet or the Rubronet or the Vironet or the Cyanet or the Porphyronet or the Erythronet, and he had never hurt anyone. And now the police were charg
Pain after pain
The years tread on
Yet still he suffers
No tears left to fall
Only hatred as he shouts out "why?"
And I, the writer, would say in reply
"I cry with you when I write out your story
Your pain is mine, every single line
For in you is a part of me
This part of you is me"
As I, the writer, turns ideas to words
And feelings into characters
Sometimes I wish it mustn't be
Yet your future only I can see
Sometimes I wish there was
Another way
But sometimes there is
Only one way
She cries, curled up all alone
Pain after pain
Yet it doesn't fade
And as the years tread on
She shouts out "why?"
And I, this she, shouts out "why?"
And He, t
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Jesus paid it all
With every drop of blood,
every tear,
every ounce of courage.
All to him I owe
He paid the price.
He gave all of him,
to us.
So that we sinners,
can see the face of God
Sin had left a crimson stain
across the world,
across each person.
He washed it white as snow.
Yes, Jesus, our savior,
you washed me white as snow.
My sins are forgiven.
I have been set free.
Jesus
paid it
All.
Month one
Mommy,
I am only 8 inches long,
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it,
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat,
is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy,
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me,
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy?
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear
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