2. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
3. If I give all I possess to the poor
and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
4. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
5. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
6. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
7. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8. Love never fails.
See she was that type of girl who was easily impressed
a few minutes of attention is all it took to get undressed
she used to have many dreams, don't know where that desire went
we cant blame her, she's just a product of her environment
I don't know what went thru her head or what they gave her that she lacked
we said you wont find a dream with open legs on your back
to top it off she had the nerve to get mad and throw a fit
when a guy fucked her raw turned around and called her bitch
I guess she found an ecstacy that no one can explain
doing drugs, fuckin thugs, with the audacity to complain
she said " I need your help to live life the way you taught me"
"I don't know why I need them, these guys that always want me"
I mean it I tried to help her, but she didn't give a fuck
I guess it didn't hurt that bad when people called her slut
six months later her reputation is steady gaining
she let herself fall now her health is quickly fading
she wanted to feel alive so her legs where never closed
I remember the exact day that she said she was diagnosed.
She told me she lived carelessly, and now her debt is paid.
She fucked the guy who called her slut, then told him she had AIDS
now people make excuses for her on how or why she died
Honestly I have no pity, the bitch committed suicide.
Stuck- Too much at one time
Organization & Contemplation
Bound by the captivating art of life
I need to find words
Too many intertwined.
To much of a Frustration
Wicked Nation, Empty Conversations
Endless Devastation
Random Thoughts From the depths of a unfinished mind.
Innocence slain
Childhood was never the same
Mothers and Fathers lack focus to aim
Pain- Too much felt at one time to tame
The main focus is Peace
Almost impossible to gain
Make justice out of my name
Free-The Definition is unknown
The Alpha and Omega
The only answer we know
Empty is the Solitude of the heart.
A difficult emotion to describe
An uneasy feeling to define
A complex purpose from the start
Piercing the bloodline
Ideas- Easy Solution
Cure the political prostitution
End spiritual execution
Solve material delusion
Ease the mental pain of infinite confusion
Life
Too much at one time.
Not making any sense
Lost in my own mind.
