Seven Days with Desire\n\nSecretions of heaven\nsmooth and silky\nclean and milky\nim on day seven...\ncountless erecitions\nfor my friend Desire\nmy bodies on fire\nbut still casting affections\nrising western sun\nsucking up the sand\nthe sun takes times hand\nand replays the fun\n6 evil in itself\n hand bounces to rape\n God's mouth agape\n Desire reveals herself\n5 pushing towards\n visual candy\n Desire's glass eye is handy\n but sickening to some with sex swords\n4 the middle of something\n he cries, she watches\n he greases her latches\n to find her crying\n3 He's lost in sin\n He pummels the box\n no key for the locks\n He's no clue where to begin\n2 He's stumbled upon her\n glassy seduction\n pixelated eruptions\n He's bound to her\n1 He's drowned in sorrow\n loathing the next day\n confused thinking he's gay\n planning his suicidal tomorrow\n\nSaved by desire..\n                   ..Only to pay for his sins in fire
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Celebrate the day:\n\nTo win again \nTo never stop finding \nMoving as one \nIs the word for home \nBegin to place \nYourself in the big frame \nWhen you dream \nWhen you dream \nAway...away \n\nverse 1: \nEn avant pour la victoire \nEn avant pour la victoire \nC'est le moment de l'espoir \nC'est le moment de l'espoir \nLet the sweet air \nFill our hearts \nWalk on and celebrate the... \nDay the day the day celebrate the day etc. \nGrab your drums \nPaint your soul \nFeel the roar and celebrate the... \nTo win again \nTo never stop climbing \nThe rising road \nOf ultimate faith \nUnity \nThe world in a heartbeat \nWhen you dream \nWhen you dream \nAway...away
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How I Love You Jesus \n\nI was blinded by the darkness, of the evil in my heart\nTill you called me to you Jesus, and gave my life a brand new start\nYou filled my days with meaning, the joy of life anew\nWith new eyes to see the beauty, that only comes through You\n\nLike a child upon a journey, to an exotic land afar\nSailing on the crystal ocean, with your Spirit as my star\nEach day's a new adventure, with wonders to behold\nMy Father's hand upon the tiller, gives me courage, makes me bold\nMy strength and my salvation, my fortress and my Rock\nMy harbor in the storm, where for shelter I might dock\n\nFor I am more than a conqueror, in every thing that I go through\nBecause the love of God shines like the sun, in a sky so deep and blue\nLike a rose bud in the morning, I unfold to feel his light\nKnowing that by his power, I was kept safely through the night\nAnd if I love you Jesus, twas You who loved me first\nLike the dew upon the petals, for you alone I thirst\n\nSo let your love rain down upon me Jesus, and fill my thirsty soul\nTill my cup is overflowing, for You alone can make me whole\nMy Lord, My God, I love You, so please take me by the hand\nAnd guide me to you Jesus, lead me to the Promised Land\nTo your grace and to your mercy, to your love that's oh so sweet\nWhere I might bow down before You, and worship at your feet\n\n\nRom 8:37-39 Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. \n\nhttp://web.express56.com/~bromar/poems/hilyj.html
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I Write Sins Not Tragedies \nArtist: Panic! At The Disco \nAlbum: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out \n\nSong lyrics\n \nOh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,\nand I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:\n"What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.\n"Yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."\n\nI'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"\nNo, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.\nI'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"\nNo, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...\n\nWell in fact I'll look at it this way, \nI mean technically our marriage is saved! \nWell this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne!\nOh! Well in fact I'll look at it this way, \nI mean technically our marriage is saved! \nWell this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, \npour the champagne!\n\nI'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"\nNo, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.\nI'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"\nNo, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.\n\nAgain.\n\nI'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"\nNo, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.\nI'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"\nNo, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.\n\nAgain.
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SONNET 29 PARAPHRASE \nWhen, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, When I've run out of luck and people look down on me, \nI all alone beweep my outcast state All alone I lament my fate as an outcast* \nAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And pray to heaven but my cries go unheard \nAnd look upon myself and curse my fate, And look at myself, cursing my fate, \nWishing me like to one more rich in hope, Wishing I were like one* who had more hope in life \nFeatured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Wishing I looked like him; wishing I were surrounded by friends, \nDesiring this man's art and that man's scope, I desire this man's art and that man's range*, \nWith what I most enjoy contented least; I am least contented with what I used to enjoy most. \nYet in these thoughts myself almost despising, But in this mood almost despising myself, \nHaply I think on thee, and then my state, I think of you and then my state of sadness \nLike to the lark at break of day arising Like the lark at the break of day, rises \nFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; From the gloomy earth and I sing hyms to heaven; \nFor thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings For thinking of your love brings such happiness to mind \nThat then I scorn to change my state with kings. That then I would not change my state with kings.
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Kill for gain or shoot to maim\nBut we don't need a reason\nThe Golden Goose is on the loose\nAnd never out of season\nSome blackened pride still burns inside\nThis shell of bloody treason\nHere's my gun for a barrel of fun\nFor the love of living death.\n\nCHORUS\nThe killer's breed or the demon's seed,\nThe glamour, the fortune, the pain,\nGo to war again, blood is freedom's stain,\nBut don't you pray for my soul anymore.\n2 minutes to midnight\nThe hands that threaten doom.\n2 minutes to midnight\nTo kill the unborn in the womb.\nThe blind men shout let the creatures out\nWe'll show the unbelievers\nThe napalm screams of human flames\nOf a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!\nAs the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,\nWe oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.\n\nCHORUS\n\nThe body bags and little rags of children torn in two\nAnd the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.\nAs the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,\nTo the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.\n\nCHORUS\n\nMidnight...all night...
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Well, duuhh...\n\nFirey the angels fell,\nDeep thunder roll'd around their shores,\nBurning with the fires of Orc. \nThis is a paraphrase of William Blake's America: A Prophesy: \nFiery the angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder roll'd\nAround their shores: indignant burning with the fires of Orc. \n \nTouche, I think?...
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-- Seven days for creation.\n-- Seven days until the Sabbath.\n-- Seven days for Noah to gather the animals.\n-- Seven persons were with Noah.\n-- Seven years of plenty and seven years of famine.\n-- Seven priests, with seven trumpets, were to encompass the walls of Jericho for seven days and on the seventh day, Jericho fell into the hands of Israel.\n-- Seven days were required for the unclean to be cleansed.\n-- Seven items were required in many of the sacrifices.\n-- Seven days, Job's friends sat with him.\n-- Seven years were required to build the temple.\n-- Seven Feasts were enumerated in Leviticus.\n-- Seventy-seventh from Adam was Christ.\n-- Seven hours was Christ on the cross.\n-- Sevens in the book of Revelation are abundant.
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From fairest creatures we desire increase,\nThat thereby beauty's rose might never die,\nBut as the riper should by time decease,\nHis tender heir might bear his memory:\nBut thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,\nFeed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,\nMaking a famine where abundance lies,\nThy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:\nThou that art now the world's fresh ornament,\nAnd only herald to the gaudy spring,\nWithin thine own bud buriest thy content,\nAnd, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:\nPity the world, or else this glutton be,\nTo eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.\n\n\nQuestionable it may be,\nat least be thankful\nyou don't read the poet from Dundee!\n\n\nBeautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!\nAlas! I am very sorry to say\nThat ninety lives have been taken away\nOn the last Sabbath day of 1879,\nWhich will be remember'd for a very long time.\n\n'Twas about seven o'clock at night,\nAnd the wind it blew with all its might,\nAnd the rain came pouring down,\nAnd the dark clods seem'd to frown,\nAnd the Demon of the air seem'd to say-\n"I'll blow down the Bridge of Tay."\n\nWhen the train left Edinburgh\nThe passengers' hearts were light and felt no sorrow,\nBut Boreas blew a terrific gale,\nWhich made their hearts for to quail,\nAnd many of the passengers with fear did say-\n"I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay."\n\nBut when the train came near to Wormit Bay,\nBoreas he did loud and angry bray,\nAnd shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay\nOn the last Sabbath day of 1879,\nWhich will be remember'd for a very long time.\n\nSo the train sped on with all its might,\nAnd Bonnie Dundee soon hove in sught,\nAnd the passengers' hearts felt light,\nThinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year,\nWith their friends at home they lov'd most dear,\nAnd wish them all a happy New Year.\n\nSo the train mov'd slowly along the Bridge of Tay,\nUntil it was about midway,\nThen the central girders with a crash gave way,\nAnd down went the train and passengers into the Tay!\nThe Storm Fiend did loudly bray,\nBecause ninety lives had been taken away,\nOn the last Sabbath day of 1879,\nWhich will be remember'd for a very long time.\n\nAs soon as the catastrophe came to be known\nThe alarm from mouth to mouth was blown,\nAnd the cry rang out all o'er the town,\nGood Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down,\nAnd a passenger train from Edinburgh,\nWhich fill'd all the peoples hearts with sorrow,\nAnd made them for to turn pale,\nBecause none of the passengers were sav'd to tell the tale\nHow the disaster happen'd on the last Sabbath day of 1879,\nWhich will be remember'd for a very long time.\n\nIt must have been an awful sight,\nTo witness in the dusky moonlight,\nWhile the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,\nAlong the Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay,\nOh! ill-fated Bridge of thSilv'ry Tay,\nI must now conclude my lay\nBy telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,\nThat your central girders would not have given way,\nAt least many sensible men do say,\nHad they been supported on each side with buttresses,\nAt least many sensible men confesses,\nFor the stronger we our houses do build,\nThe less chance we have of being killed.\n\n\nEnjoy!
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Check this out:\n\nIn your room\nWhere time stands still\nOr moves at your will\nWill you let the morning come soon\nOr will you leave me lying here\nIn your favourite darkness\nYour favourite half-light\nYour favourite consciousness\nYour favourite slave\n\nIn your room\nWhere souls disappear\nOnly you exist here\nWill you lead me to your armchair\nOr leave me lying here\nYour favourite innocence\nYour favourite prize\nYour favourite smile\nYour favourite slave\n\nI’m hanging on your words\nLiving on your breath\nFeeling with your skin\nWill I always be here\n\nIn your room\nYour burning eyes\nCause flames to arise\nWill you let the fire die down soon\nOr will I always be here\nYour favourite passion\nYour favourite game\nYour favourite mirror\nYour favourite slave\n\nI’m hanging on your words\nLiving on your breath\nFeeling with your skin\nWill I always be here
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"Thrown Down"\n\nHe fell for her again\nShe watched it happen\nEvery day, day by day\nBut more important\nNight by night\nShe watched it all come into play\nHe held her hands\nShe listened to what he had to say\n\nThrown down\nLike a barricade\nMaybe now he could prove to her\nThat he could be good for her\nThat they should be together\n\nI've shaken your faith in me, no\nYou've shaken my faith\nIn everything else\nA decision no one made\nAnd now you're going home\n\nFaith is a hard thing to hold onto\nTo hold on to\nSome thing inside you says\nI don't have to\nYou're not like other people\nYou do what you want to\n\nYou're not like other people\nYou do what you want to\n\nThrown down\nLike a barricade\nMaybe now he could prove to her\nThat he could be good for her\nThat they should be together\n\nYou say you're sorry\nNow you should walk away\nBut it's so overwhelming\nYou have nothing left to say\nYou can sit outside his door and wait\nWell, you can dedicate your pain to him\n\nOh...\nThrown down\nlike a barricade\nMaybe now he could prove to her\nThat he could be good for her\nThat they should be together\n\nAbout just how much \nHe never really told her\nThrown down\n\nAbout how difficult it had been\nTo be without her\nThrown down
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I wanted to help so badly, but I can't find it. I searched for about 30 minutes. I Found a great site though. It tranlates poems into English. I will tell you if I find it.  P.S. when I originally searched the poem and went to the site a poem came up but it was blurry and it was in the Greece catagory.\n\nGood Luck,\n          Chelsea\n\n\n\nI updated my comment so that I could give you the English translation to singlesockcollectors poem: here it is\n\n\n\nLeaf turns brown fall, you have just flown away yourself, branch patronizes, you want to separate yourself.  This life source, that\nformerly nourished you, Asserted, embellished, nevertheless is not dried up!  \n\nAs a burning love, in violent pushed, This velvets nectar knew to stuff you.  This tree, that has you it does?  You in has you it too given?  Of a too perfect love would have you it flooded?  \n\nThe life that climbs in him, and cannot flow itself, NEEDS this puit, where she can s’épancher itself.  The vigor of the summer,\nwhere you puisas the joy OF A delighted happiness, the abandons without you.  \n\nSmall leaf turns brown, where go you to put yourself?  Will rejoin you foam it and his cold dew?  Do not go you to take mourning, in the frozen earth, With of other feuillées, that already are\nwithered.  \n\nDauphine 30/08/2004\n\nCheck the site
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Say this prayer from your heart and out loud\n\nDear God\nI need you in my life\nI have fallen into things that I cannot get out of\nand I am now suffering from the results\nIt seems like it will not stop and I need you to help me\nget through all this\nPlease God I admit I am a sinner\nand I need the gift of salvation that Jesus Christ your Only begotten Son died for\nI ask on my knees for your help and forgiveness\nplease dear God forgive me all my sins and wipe them away\nmaking me white as new fallen snow\nI accept Jesus's death on the cross as my salvation\nI ask you now dear God to send me the gift of the Holy Spirit\nTo live within me and to guide me all the days of my life\nI denounce Satan and all his lies and I chose to follow only  my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ from this day forward\nI accept the Holy Trinity...three persons and yet only one true God ....Father ...Son and Holy Ghost\nDear Jesus I pray all this in faith and with an open heart\nthank you for forgiving me and i now surrender my life and future to you\nIn the Holy name of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ...Amen
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Artist: Three Days Grace  \nAlbum: One-X \nTitle: Animal I Have Become \n \n\n\n\nI can't escape this hell\nSo many times i've tried\nBut i'm still caged inside\nSomebody get me through this nightmare\nI can't control myself\n\nSo what if you can see the darkest side of me?\nNo one would ever change this animal I have become\nHelp me believe it's not the real me\nSomebody help me tame this animal\n(This animal, this animal)\n\nI can't escape myself\n(I can't escape myself)\nSo many times i've lied\n(So many times i've lied)\nBut there's still rage inside\nSomebody get me through this nightmare\nI can't control myself\n\nSo what if you can see the darkest side of me?\nNo one would ever change this animal I have become\nHelp me believe it's not the real me\n\nSomebody help me tame this animal I have become\nHelp me believe it's not the real me\nSomebody help me tame this animal \n\nSomebody help me through this nightmare\nI can't control myself\nSomebody wake me from this nightmare\nI can't escape this animal\n\n(This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal)\n\nSo what if you can see the darkest side of me?\nNo one will ever change this animal I have become\nHelp me believe it's not the real me\nSomebody help me tame this animal I have become\nHelp me believe it's not the real me\nSomebody help me tame this animal \n(This animal I have become)
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kick them between the legs. the jerks.\ndo me a service for all human kind. I'd do it, but I'm a guy... and we're not supposed to kick each other in the... \n\nnow then as for us normal morally driven guys, we care about much more than the body. we care about the heart.\nshall I explain in great detail?\nshe and I are... well very different\nwe come from different countries, races, cultures, religions. she's two years older than me. we are physical opposites. but I love her all the more because of our differences.\n it is very hard to describe in words my feelings for her, but I shall have a go at it, though I am certain that far too much will be lost.\nI once wrote her a poem\n\n[her name,]\nyou to have\nyou to hold\nyou to love\nyou as my friend\nforever.\nno matter\nwhat you \nthink \nsay \ndo\nhow you \nlook\nor \nspeak\nI'll still love you\nit's you I love\nand you I want\nto have\nto hold\nforever\n----------------------------\nso?\nyou still think that all guys are superficial, bastards who eat young women for breakfast?\nor have I convinced you yet.\nif you need more persuasion feel free to contact me.
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This is actually 60 lines (ten stanzas, six lines each), but I "fixed" it so you can read it better. Good luck!\nThe link has the actual stanzas in original form.\n\nCurfew Must Not Ring Tonight\n\nRose Hartwick Thorpe\n\nSlowly England's sun was setting \no'er the hilltops far away,\nFilling all the land with beauty \nat the close of one sad day;\nAnd its last rays kissed the forehead \nof a man and maiden fair --\nHe with steps so slow and weary; \nshe with sunny, floating hair;\nHe with bowed head, sad and thoughtful, \nshe, with lips all cold and white,\nStruggling to keep back the murmur, \n"Curfew must not ring tonight!"\n\n\n"Sexton," Bessie's white lips faltered, \npointing to the prison old,\nWith its walls tall and gloomy, \nmoss-grown walls dark, damp and cold --\n"I've a lover in the prison, \ndoomed this very night to die\nAt the ringing of the curfew, \nand no earthly help is nigh.\nCromwell will not come till sunset;" \nand her lips grew strangely white,\nAs she spoke in husky whispers, \n"Curfew must not ring tonight!"\n\n\n"Bessie," calmly spoke the sexton \n(every word pierced her young heart\nLike a gleaming death-winged arrow, \nlike a deadly poisoned dart),\n"Long, long years I've rung the curfew \nfrom that gloomy, shadowed tower;\nEvery evening, just at sunset, \nit has tolled the twilight hour.\nI have done my duty ever, \ntried to do it just and right:\nNow I'm old, I will not miss it. \nCurfew bell must ring tonight!"\n\n\nWild her eyes and pale her features, \nstern and white her thoughtful brow,\nAs within her secret bosom, \nBessie made a solemn vow.\nShe had listened while the judges read, \nwithout a tear or sigh,\n"At the ringing of the curfew, \nBasil Underwood must die."\nAnd her breath came fast and faster, \nand her eyes grew large and bright;\nOne low murmur, faintly spoken. \n"Curfew must not ring tonight!"\n\n\nShe with quick step bounded forward, \nsprang within the old church-door,\nLeft the old man coming slowly, \npaths he'd trod so oft before.\nNot one moment paused the maiden, \nBut with eye and cheek aglow,\nStaggered up the gloomy tower, \nWhere the bell swung to and fro;\nAs she climbed the slimy ladder, \nOn which fell no ray of light,\nUpward still, her pale lips saying, \n"Curfew shall not ring tonight!"\n\n\nShe has reached the topmost ladder, \no'er her hangs the great dark bell;\nAwful is the gloom beneath her, \nlike the pathway down to hell.\nSee! the ponderous tongue is swinging; \n'tis the hour of curfew now,\nAnd the sight has chilled her bosom, \nstopped her breath, and paled her brow.\nShall she let it ring? No, never! \nHer eyes flash with sudden light,\nAs she springs, and grasps it firmly: \n"Curfew shall not ring tonight!"\n\n\nOut she swung -- far out. The city \nSeemed a speck of light below --\nThere twixt heaven and earth suspended, \nAs the bell swung to and fro.\nAnd the sexton at the bell-rope, \nold and deaf, heard not the bell,\nSadly thought that twilight curfew \nrang young Basil's funeral knell.\nStill the maiden, clinging firmly, \nquivering lip and fair face white,\nStilled her frightened heart's wild throbbing: \n"Curfew shall not ring tonight!"\n\n\nIt was o'er, the bell ceased swaying; \nand the maiden stepped once more\nFirmly on the damp old ladder, \nwhere, for hundred years before,\nHuman foot had not been planted. \nThe brave deed that she had done\nShould be told long ages after. \nAs the rays of setting sun\nLight the sky with golden beauty, \naged sires, with heads of white,\nTell the children why the curfew \ndid not ring that one sad night.\n\n\nO'er the distant hills comes Cromwell. \nBessie sees him; and her brow,\nLately white with sickening horror, \nhas no anxious traces now.\nAt his feet she tells her story, \nshows her hands, all bruised and torn;\nAnd her swee
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oohhh...I can't believe I'm doing it...but here goes nothing....\n\nI want the dreams to come true\nOnly for my own sake\nThe words 'don't give up'\nCan change the value of life\n\nThe distant glow\nDepending on the faint light\nWhile I stroll inside the darkness\nEverybody is searching for the future\nBut don't ever forget\nThe friends that shared the tears that flowed\n\nI want the dreams to come true\nCan't get back to the precious days\nThe words 'don't give up'\nCan change the value of life\n\nWorry about the things that won't start\nBy the roadside, singing the crying flowers' strong will from the heart\nSo don't be defeated\nFace tomorrow \nThe day's frustration will spring away\n\nI want the dreams to come true\nBelieve strongly and keep walking\nThe words 'don't give up'\nCan change the value of life\n\nBecause your heart brings you such love\nAfter the rain the rainbow will come\nAnd don't ever forget the smile\n\nI want the dreams to come true\nSwear upon the distant and bright stars\nEach season will come around\nBelieve in your strength\n\nThe beginning of spring, the sunshine in summer\nAll the unexpected days\nThe rain in autumn, the wind in winter\nGive me back my strength\n\nI want the dreams to come true\nOnly for my own sake\nthe words 'don't give up'\nCan change the value of life\nSomehow someday even the smallest of dreams\nCan change the value of life\n\n...there...I hope you enjoy it. Mind the grammar...tried to translate as best I could...