When theres nothing left

When there's nothing left

when theres's nothing left

When all else fails

the light fades

the world crumbles

the bitter taste of pain resonates

collapsed under the weight of this world of fakes

When the last song was sang

When all faith is gone

What hope is left? But for Hope itself

Hope, this isn't the end

forward we can press till kingdom come. Hope, in the form of one day

one foot in front of the other

Biting hard against the pain

Hope, when all else fails

And we ourselves have crumbled

Under the earths trials

When there's nothing letf to Hope for but for Hope itself

There's Jesus Christ

Hope, of the world

Written by: Unknolwn

Date unknown

Whats the Point?

Whats the Point?

What's the point?

is this life coming to an end?

do we continue to pretend, that we

lived

or do we admit that we only existed

I'm sick of pretending!

WHAT'S THE POINT!

Why won't you just kill me?

Destory me, living in this

Poverty strinken state we call

Humanity

I'm already broken lost in this

Isolated solitude of Hells

reckoning

Free yet still locked in person

I need help

Can no one see?

Does no one hear my dispirited cry?

Or am i over looked?

It's easy to turn your cheek and not

see my plea, bleeding, hoping, and lying

I'm the voice of the helpeless

The voice of those who can't scream

the voice, those who are in need

where are you!

we need you

I'm the voice of the crying

we're pleaing

But what's the point?

because you're still pretending... ... ...

Written by: Unknown

Date: unknown



Truest Thoughts

Truest Thoughts

These are my truest thoughts

My truest feelings

The deepest i've ever been

the freest and most untainted thinking

this existtence isn't easy

And this broken state that we, that is

us,

live in you call humanity, destorys

me!

Reflecting in solitude of the depth

And magnitude of our sins corruption

Of ones love of self to the point that he

would

Benefit from the death of children

Profit from a mothers love

A fathers need to provide

I site and cry at this eivl world of

fakes and

lies

sickens me to the core of my being

No one cares-a-less

Not if they can profit from the death

Of the innocents

How is it that you can suppress

Your conscience?

Are you not convicted of this sin?

Do you not fear for your spirit within?

For the day of judgment is coming...

Poetic Prophecy

Written by: Unknown

Date: unknown