Bruised And Battered

Bruised And Battered
Emotionally Shattered
This girls damaged
Hurting heart
Dead spirited

once so alive
so passionate and bright, hope's so high
For this one time future bride, with a gentle soul, she's
as soft as butterfuly
Beautiful in her own right

Now married, hansom husband and an intelligent man
seems like a perfect match, happy families that's the plan
Everything seemed so right, but it wasn't until the wedding night

She didn't know, she couldn't see! Now she's trapped
Lost all hope at being free
Desperate and hurt, the world doesn't see as her spirit bleeds
Every night she cries herself to sleep

She's afraid to speak to even move
sometimes locked away in that room for days at a time
so that the world can't see that unjust crime
On the outside she's living a lie, on the inside she's hoping
to die
No hope lift, only for the day she die's, she'll be free from
this tormenting life

How cursed she is, the helpless life she lives
Does anyone know, can anyone see, a place where
she could be?
Safe and free, hope for the hopeless maybe

She's bruised and she's battered
Emotionally shattered...
This Girl Is Damaged

Written by:Unknown
Date:unknown

Doesn't Matter What Your Cross Looks Like

Pick It Up

Edited By: Unknown

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

This Is The Story Of Daddies Little Girl

This is The Story of Daddies little Girl

His little princess

Light of his world, Daddies' broken little

girl...

Always the perfect

Angel.

A shooting, shining, gleaming star

Destined for greatness

Beloved by her Teacher

Nice, wholesome, good mannered and polite

These are the words that describe the delight

of his life.

but the wanting of more caught her eyes to

what she thought...was "freedom"

she felt trapped, she felt controlled

she felt the call and without any remorse

Now a young girl no more than fourteen,

wants to go live a life obscene

To live a life that's free, to try new things

To be the master of her own destiny

Daddy finds the note on her pillow,

As he reads his heart brakes in his chest

Hurting, pain, he can't believe what his eyes

are telling his brain, "this can't be,

There mast be a mistake" "some silly game

or maybe a dream"

his mouth is dry, heart

racing, pulsating.

so he sits and he waits...

Every night daddy prays. one day she'll come

Back to be his bright eyed little angel again

So Daddy sites...

So Daddy waits...

Written By Unknown

Date: unknown

Justus In a World of Arrogance

Justus in a World of Arrogance

Justus in a World of Arrogance, it fails

Rebecca cries and she wails

Rebecca's children are dead, the world

doesn't care or else it forgets

that one cold summer's night

She got the surprise of her life

one battalion, angry soldiers guns and

grenades

Innocent families and dead civilians

Men, women and Children

A soldiers anger, his thrust to kill, his

"right" to revenge

He doesn't care who dies as long as he

justifies the lives of his dead friends

Innocent children, women and

civilians

A blood thristy slaughter

Red colored splutter covered the walls

like thick paint

the faint cries of the inncocent but it's far

too late

the foul stench of deaths odor

their only crime....their the wrong color

Arrogance and ignorance gets three

months imprisonment

for this crime of evil there is discontent

the slaughterer, the perpetator, this criminal, killer of innocents, the soldier is

free

the children are still dead, no ones

accountable

Rebecca still cries and she still wails

Because Justus in a World of Arrogance, it fails

written by: Unknown

Date: unknown