PRAY FOR AMERICA


1659The year was 1659 When orders finally came. Queen Elizabeth called her hound Cromwell was his name.1659
Fast and hard he hit our home seeking destruction of sweet Ireland. But then he saw an endless profit and thousands died by his hand.
Men and women and young sturdy boys now for Barbados leavin' to grow tobacco taller than the God we do believe in.
None for leagues would hear our cry. All we could do was mourn. The pipes they sang our dreaded song until the early morn'.
We watched our island sail away. Their songs p


just another dreamI want to turn a blind eye to what this world is. Turn away from what it has become and walk away as it only plunges itself even farther into darkness. I want to believe so badly in that simple hope once again. I want to believe that a group of friends can stay together without drawing lines and dividing themselves. I want to believe that two people can truly love each other until their dying breath without question. I want to believe that there is still hope for this world. I know these dreams are mere childhood fantasies and that I should not dwell on them.just another dream


my floweras I lay here in the darkness of the night I think of the story of old. the story says that there is a flower sitting atop a mountain and it is the most beautiful flower ever seen. whoever picks the flower will have a whole and complete life and they will live happily forever. But this mountain is surrounded with very poisonous thorns and few try for the flower. and so I will continue to lay here in the dark and dream of you... my flowermy flower


the bladeshe lets the blade swing down as the blood trickles down her arm the only thought that flashes across her mind is the thought of sweet relief... ignoring those around her... the ones who love her beg her to stop they plead with her cry and pray for her and she doesn't even care... as she holds the the blade steadily over her arm she thinks of her loved ones every last whim and thinks nothing of them... and the blade falls... they beg her to stop and ask her what happens when the blade goes to deep? but she only brushes them off with a simple laughthe blade


The BlacksmithI am a blacksmith like my father was. I bear his name with pride, Yet this path is my own. A path people are afraid of, One beyond their little world.The Blacksmith
Eyes have gathered around me. Some because of admiration, Some think I've lost my mind.
Iron glowed within the furnace, Red and warm, just like my heart, Prisoner in a cage of stone.
My bare hand reached into the flames, Freeing this inert mass of its burning lair.
A swift glance at the afternoon sun Before the hammer fell. The detonation rushed through the hills, Swarms
Blacksmith
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Within the hearts of those who care, the ones we love live on...
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Within the hearts of those who care, the ones we love live on...
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~Dude those are some sexy ears. I mean like you have really nice lobes.~
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~Dude those are some sexy ears. I mean like you have really nice lobes.~
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Don't take life too serious. It's only temporary.
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Within the hearts of those who care, the ones we love live on...
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Don't take life too serious. It's only temporary.
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Within the hearts of those who care, the ones we love live on...
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