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And I've decided that life isn't fair. But not in the usual terms.
When someone says that life isn't fair, it's usually when someone admirable suffers or someone despicable prospers.
But really, in the grand scope of things, we're all despicable.
Think about it:
We, being human, seek mainly our own pleasures and often attempt to get what we want from others. Now, this isn't always a bad thing, being that there are an infinite number of variables. But quite often, we do things that offend. Whether we offend a sibling, parent, best friend, or stranger, we also hurt someone else when we do wrong: God.
When we mess up, which we so often to, we are sinning and driving ourselves away from Him. Yet He continues to allow us the freedom to do so. Even though we repeatedly display our imperfection and error, He forgives us for no other reason than His perfect love.
Granted, many of us also strive earnestly to do good, to love others as perfectly as He does, and to behave in a manner honorable to Him. Still, He is so great in constantly loving us that we, in all our human imperfection, could never replicate. We fail as creations, and harm the very Creator who put us here. Still, He loves us, and forgives us as soon as we ask Him to and repent.
We don't deserve His love.
He is unendingly kind.
He is unfathomably kind.
He is unfairly kind.
just thought I'd share that bit of information with all of you.
I hope you can better appreciate just how good you have it.
 unintentional poet · Wed Aug 22, 2007 @ 10:15am · 0 Comments |
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It just occured to me
I think I hate my life
People breathe hypocracy
And are breeding grounds for strife
Vulgarity's contaous
People feed off drama
Nobody can save us
Lemmings had the right idea.
unintentional poet · Sat Feb 24, 2007 @ 05:00am · 2 Comments |
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the steering wheel has left my hands |
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the steering wheel has left my hands
it's forsaken me at high speeds.
i'm travelling on foreign lands.
i've lost sight of all my needs.
The destination: insanity.
I should have laid off the wine.
I can't control my destiny,
But I'll find it in due time.
I wish that I could pass the buck,
Make someone else seem guilty.
But I guess I'm really out of luck.
I can't blame nobody but me.
The cliff is getting closer now.
I'm falling on my knees.
I really wanna stop, but how?
God, will you help me? Please?
My body lies in a ravine
My soul, more broken, on the side.
I thought change would be serene,
But look at me. I died.
unintentional poet · Mon Feb 19, 2007 @ 07:33am · 1 Comments |
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Let me tell you this wartime story,
but do not fret, it isn’t gory.
Across the hills and seas of calm,
a war was raging in Vietnam
Men on both sides were very young,
and both sides spoke a different tongue.
They would cover up with soot and crepe,
and wait in their holes dug five feet deep.
And when they saw a tan skinned head,
they would pump him right full of lead.
Young men would fight, young men would die.
Some men would live, all men would cry.
And when they reached the Pearly Gates, Saint Peter they would tell,
“One more soldier coming in, sir, I’ve served my time in Hell.”
unintentional poet · Sat Nov 11, 2006 @ 05:51pm · 0 Comments |
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I clearly saw Hatred.
He was tough, but abused.
He turned to face me,
But he collapsed.
As I stared into his eyes,
They were dead, full of resent.
He let out a scream,
Like a banshee.
I felt pain, distain.
I felt sorrowful, alone.
I felt betrayed, but mostly
I was afraid
unintentional poet · Sat Nov 11, 2006 @ 05:00am · 0 Comments |
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