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'untitled' by ibanez-acoustic, literature
Literature
'untitled'
Even when she screams, even when she cries.
Thers a light beneath her eyes.
Even when shes down, even when we all gave up.
Thers a smile on her face, that brings a lightness into my heart.
So come with me, and we will see. What i got for you and what you got for me.
Take my hand. And we'll find out what this worlds has got for us.
And when she sings, the angels cry.
Tears of jelousy fall from the sky.
And when she holds me in her arms, she'll never let me go.
Thers noowhere else id rather be.
So come with me, and we will see. What i got for you and what you got for me.
Take my hand. And we'll find out what this worlds has got for
Suffering by IsWalkingStillHonest, literature
Literature
Suffering
How many collective lives, how much time,
has humanity wasted
pondering the purpose of
suffering?
Religion provides no adequate answer;
"God works in mysterious ways"
Now, give us some money
please?"
Human musings just kill time,
Distract us from the issues.
Are all these thoughts just
useless?
No, they have purpose.
The day we stop thinking
is the day we
cease.
