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I don't pray, because I don't want God to know where I'm at.

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I have faith in God similar to how I have faith in the sun. Not because I can see it, but because I can not see without it.

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3 out of 100 people waste their lives being atheists. 97 out of 100 people waste their lives being idiots, killing each other on who has got the better God.

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A 'Frisbeterian' believes that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof, and you can't get it back down.

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Christianity is not a philosophy, a moral code, an ideal, or religion. It is a relationship with the Savior Jesus Christ.

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Christianity is the worship of sorrow.

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Christians and their God are not interested in finding truth, or having anything to do with it. Why else was man told by God not to partake of the fruit of the tree of knowledge? Knowledge and truth are the destroyers of belief and dogma.

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Christians are quick to scoff at the absurdity of other religions when most fail to realize they worship a book that contains talking bushes and donkeys.

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Dark isn't evil, foreign isn't wrong. Light isn't good, power isn't strong. Judge people for their actions, their words, or their deeds. Not for their colours, their races or their creeds.

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Dear God, please save me from your followers.

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Princess Diana ,

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Whales in the ocean sing for love And are bound by it So I will sing for you Till the end of time When nothing is left except the whales who will sing unitl they die sing until the last rose blooms until the moon shines brightly for the last time unitl the last leaf slowly falls from the trees until all is lost and nothing remains Let the world sing just like the whales who never take love for granted But cherish it forever

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What do you do when the only one that can stop you from crying is the one who is making your cry?

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What does it mean to die? It may be that man has a hundred senses, and at his death only the five that are know to us perish, and the other ninety-five go on living.

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What does love feel like, you ask? Imagine every tear from her feel as if you’re being burned alive, every laugh like the world is being born, every smile like the sun is rising just for you. Whenever you’re with her, there isn’t time, there isn’t meaning, there isn’t doubt or fear—there’s just her. And when she looks at you…you see it. You see it sitting there, so beautiful and delicate, and you’re almost afraid to touch it for fear that you might crush it—for what is so fleeting as a love for which we are to live a lifetime yet only find once?

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When I die, I wish to comeback as one of her tears What man would be so lucky As to have been conceived in her heart, Born in her eyes, Live on her cheeks, And die at her lips?

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When I Grow Up When I grow up, I wonder if people will be more afraid to cry than they are to die. Will I be able to see a rainbow in a small-filled sky. Will there be any trees left, if not how will the planet survive. Will there be a website at www.lifeairsupply.com. When I grow up, if I got bored and had nothing to do and me and my son built a canoe and water that was once blue would be so poluted it would give us the flu. Will a thousand dollars be enough for a shoe. Will I have to be like you, letting money make the decision for everything that I do. When I grow up, will the existance of dolphins and whales just be a story I tell, starting with Once upon a time and ending with where did we fail. Will adults be the hammer and nail. Will schools be next door to jails. Will the truth be illegal for sale. When I grow up, will people be on the news for anything besides killing. Will those drug dealers still be outside of my building. Will they ever learn how to love or are they still afraid of the feeling. Will tv and music videos still raise America's children. Will students go home from school in a bullet proof bus. What if children had no one to trust, that would hurt me so much and i just want to be happy, when i grow up.

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you are the strength that keeps me walking you are the hope that keeps me trusting you are the life to my soul you are my purpose to my everything.

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You can be a king or a street-sweeper, but everybody dances with the grim reaper.

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Love isnt like a resevoir. You'll never drain it dry... Its much more like a natural spring. The longer and farther it flows, the stronger and deeper it becomes

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Love to be loved, Hate to be hated, Love not to be hated, Hate not to be loved.

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Should I smile because we're friends, or cry because that's all we'll ever be?

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So we'll go no more aroving, so late into the night, though the heart be still as loving, and the moon be still as bright

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Step out the front door like a ghost into a fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again Where? I don't know...

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Tempest, O Tempest Why dost thou rise From the calm seas of my heart When I look into your eyes? For time and tide May take their toll, But I'll never forget The beauty of your soul. Yet, without your love, I'm left only with pain Oh Tempest, why dost thou bring Such a cold, dark rain?

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The sky was dark, the moon was high We were alone, just her and I Her hair so soft, her eyes so blue I knew just what she wanted to do. I didn't know how, but I tried my best, I placed my hand upon her breast Her skin so soft, her hair so fine, I kept my fingers running down her spine My pounding head, my beating heart She slowly spread her legs apart The white stuff came, it's over now... My first experience, Milking a cow

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The sun will kiss the afternoon sky, and the moon will kiss the stars so high. The morning dew will kiss the grass, but you, my friend, can kiss my ass.

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They painted up your secrets with the lies they told to you and the least they ever gave you was the most you ever knew. And you wonder where these dreams go cause the world gets in your way. What's the point in trying, no one's listening anyway.

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Waiting for the moon to come and light me up inside And I am waiting for the telephone to tell me I'm alive Well, I heard you let somebody get their fingers into you It's getting cold in California I guess I'll be leaving soon Daylight fading, come and waste another year All the anger and the elequence are bleeding into fear Moonlight creeping around the corners of our lawn When we see the early signs that daylight's fading We leave just before it's gone...

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We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.In our cancer of passion you said, 'Death is a midnight runner.' The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skidded away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apexof the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me ina quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said,'The cinders are falling like snow.' There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carvedour names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and line.Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,and somewhere in the wilderness we foundsalvation scratched into the earth like a message. the untitled poem--afi

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