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THE FEELING OF FAITH

It's the feeling of Peace, it's the feeling of Hope,

the feelings of Fear on the edge of this Slope.

I wish I can go back, tighten the Slack,

reveal the regrets thats been weighing down my back.

From the wicked of this world,

and the lost's of my life,

I write this today, because I know what I have to say.

I feel the Pain, it longs through my veins,

knowing on day it Might go away.

It was a feeling of Joy, a feeling of Life,

For once in my Life it was the feeling of Love,

I first felt alive,

then a little betrayed, I pray to the Lord,

"Is this really the way?"

I feel "His" Love, rain down like a Plague,

but I also feel Hate, like an abandoned old rag,

I feel like unloading a mag to my brain,

covered in this blanket of shame.

It's like im now blind, to see the good in our days,

my angers overtaken into radiating rays, I hear the Angels say to rise Upon this Stage,

ignoring my thoughts of revolting rage.

I tightened my stance, Oh, how I trust in the Lords plans,

But its the feeling of Faith that most Importantly Awaits...

M.C.Vollmann / RR

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M.C. Vollmann™

THE TALENT OF THOUGHT

Sometimes I hold my heart to see
somtimes I close my eyes to breath,
somtimes I watch my thoughts roll by somtimes i pray my prayers up high.
Somtimes my love is too be deniesd,
somtimes my mouth is going to lie,
Though my pride for a pasture is going up high,
knowing the lord
is right by my side.
Praying and wishing he'l help me not hide
from this crazy wikedness going on outside.

TIME BOMB

Terrorists Of Time,

Tricks And Tips,

Trails Await In The Midst Of This Sh*t,

Whaling Worries,

Wimpers And Hurries,

Far Away From Our Comfort Dome,

Rarety Ritches, Lost in The Ditches,

Knowing That We're Alone In Our Home,

Hungry And Sad We're Lost In This Place,

Shure Doesn't Feel Like It's Our Home.

Nothing To Eat But Dirt And Foam,

Being Stuck Inside This

-Time Bomb-

THE WORLDS TEST

The World Is A Test Made By God Who has Blessed,

He Put Birds In The Nest's, And Gave Love

To The Messed,

Although Time Goes By Fast,

Our Love Will Always Last.

It Makes Me Cry

How Much You Try,

Your Wings Got Clipped When You Tried To Fly,

And All This Pain Is Like A Vein,

Covered In Clots, And Wrapped In Chains.

A PROUD COUNTRY

The Red, The White,

The Later Relief,

Living In The Country Of The Red Maple Leaf.

It Used To Be So Strong, So Strong And So Free,

Until Our Prime Minister Became Such A Thief,

The Grief Of The World So Sharply Shown,

This Is Communism Who Would've Known,

Trapped In our Houses All Alone,

Watching The Pain As It Surely Grown,

We Know Why We're Here, Our Purpose Awaits.

We're Watching The Time As The Sum A-Rates.

TWO-TONED BRICK ROAD

A Two-Toned Brick Road,

Yellow & Red

From Came Before,

A Young Little Med.

The Chills Of The Outdoors,

Restacked Ye Floors.

A Hatchet Alone, Lodged In A Stone,

Eyes Frosted And Frowned,

As The Wind Blown.

If Only We've Known, The day Was All Gone,

From A Lovely Trip Down A Two-Tone Brick Road.

Till The Next Day, The Bricks Must Say,

That Where This Road Leads Is Far,

Far

Away.

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