Masterplanwhen crucified they sayhe died for our sinshow many wars lead back to that day?how much blood has been spilled ever since?i'd rather live with my sinsthan be told to kill or die for Himanywayif there ever was a master-planmade by an omnipotent invisible manomnipotence suggests you know how things will playthen why do we get punished by a Godwho already knows we can't abide his ways?made to be imperfectcreated to fear and worshipbut does it make sense to fear one who "loves" us?to beg and pray in wails that rise up above usmy disbelief is what helps me survivei am not blinded by your master-plans lies
It's the End of the World Again! 634 BCE :Romans: Many Romans feared that the city would be destroyed in the 120th year of its founding. There was a myth that 12 eagles had revealed to Romulus a mystical number representing the lifetime of Rome, and some early Romans hypothesized that each eagle represented 10 years. 389 BCE :Romans: Some Romans believed that the mystical number revealed to Romulus represented the number of days in a year, so they expected Rome to be destroyed around 365 AUC (389 BCE). 1st century CE :Albert Schweitzer, Johannes Weiss: Jesus' statements in Matthew 16:28 and Matthew 24:34 have been interpreted by some biblical scholars including Albert Schweitzer and Johannes Weiss as a prediction of an imminent apocalypse. 1st century CE :Early Christians: Some first-century Christians expected Jesus to return within one generation of his death. According
The Beginning of the EndMake a bet, have a cigar.Stranger things have happened.But, honestly, Ill stick around.Next year Im in lovewith a German film star.If you want me to stayJohnny, kick a hole in the sky.Taste the pain, show me your soul,get up and jump Under the bridge,naked in the rain, by the way.Tighter & tighter an unkindugly truth uncovered. Head downlet me drown. Nothing to say,tears to forget. All your lies,entering like suicide.How I miss you down in the park.What if I do? All my lifeI could have lied if never mind.This is the place I found out.No wrong, no right. Gun, hand of God
Dark PassengerCan you see me? - I stand before youLost behind eyes - Found deep within youWhen you slumber - I walk dark streetsBut you wake - I whisper darker thoughtsLook in mirrors - I see you so clearCan you see me? - I stand before youYour guard is down - I slip in controlI am now you - Now you know Im hereNo help for you - Too little too lateI cant hear you - But I know youre thereLook in mirrors - I see you so clearWaiting to leave - And to take overI will have fun - Causing harms and foulsFilling hungers - Removing othersYoull sit and watch - Youll plead and youll begIll leave
An Eternal Night of WorkClouds burn away at nights skyA moon creeps across unscarredSeas allow ships just to lieMen beat in fresh repairsA darkened city sits byWith an extinguished signalFather and son wonder whyA raft sits in the dark blueThe night is still young and shyBut slowly the moon creeps byI am lonely with countless fewNight by night fixing similarDays come and go before I knewWhile nights seem to last for an ageA boatman brings workers anewOld ones sent to lower levelsOur dead city is near its trueIts lightless labors, worse than thisI continue to work nights throughIf the sun rises to greet youTell me about t
The Fall of CrimsonIt's a shot in the darkAnd bites like the dogs barkThe sounds that were spokenNow precursors to brokenThere are smells of rosesThat wont burn for MosesHeard, the song a bird singsFelt, the stab of bee stingsEuphoria comes hand in hand with allIncluding the blow that leads to the fallMany colors will flourish all aroundAs empty grays soon turn the heart hell boundThere is a simple thanks for what was metAs it brings a flow of crimson regretThere is no peace for the melancholyIts shattered soul will soon learn its folly
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