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'Tis sad to think that many with power abuse it those with power who abuse it weak not strongThere is nothing wrong with having power in the first place it is the abuse of it that is all wrongFor th
Written words are powerful Able to influence and elicit changeMore powerful yet are spoken wordsBirthed in the mind, delivered throughTongue, diaphragm and lungs Working in concert to deliver v
The little power we have to others we give awayThey rule our lives for us we go by what they sayThe media they control and only lies from them we hearThey warn of terrorists and terrorism and fill
I am beyond the help of prayer...I am in the abyss of a double lifeOne which I brought upon myself and another Fate has dealt meI was preyed upon and cast into the belly of the BeastIts lies and de
When you look at your lifeWith your trophy wifeDo you feel fulfilled? In your comfort zone Are you bored to the bone? Has your spirit been killed? Do you dance in the rain? Do you feel the pai
deceiver of nations, controller of men, destruction, destroyer, command of all mankind, demanding surrender-bow to the feeling, this lust for control.Author: James Grengs
If I had it withing my power, I'dmake time disappear, right now.For so much has been taken fromme and I'll never get it back, anyhow.You, can never make up, for timelost, as once it's gone, it's
To have the right to dream and to follow it each day until some tiny part of it is you in every way gives zest to all of living and lets you dream some more 'til at last you are near heaven's ga
Seeking the healing power of sleep, I find no respite in my dreams...Sinking into slumber deep, It's not so restful as it seems.Agony's relived time and again, Magnified by the helplessnessI fe
When a man is blessed, or cursed, with powerDo not expect him to be fair and justDo not expect him to provide for allRather expect him to satisfy his own lustAnd amass wealth as high as a towerW
Ah power! PowerGoeth awayand wealthgoeth awayand nightand dayand dawnand duskand I the mystery lightthe Bighi lightthe light of Bighi hillwill stay.Author: Emmanuel George Cefai
It was a special time indeed, when Christ chose to died upon a tree, For He didn't die because of a crime, but He died for you and me.On the morning before He died, as the garden was quiet and stil