My Prose and Poetry., A couple prose and poems. Options

[Kontroll]

Depression, a thought ofoneself as nothing significant to anyother, is only selfishness. It was never intendedfor us to be occupied in our own thinking, but to serve others. What is the oppositeof loveand charity? Most would assume 'hate',but in actuality the opposite is selfishness. Love is sacrifice and trust. Depression is the thought of oneself in any duration of time and attention seeking. Those who are depressed only want the attention and satisfaction of others.

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Devestation swipes Heaven a clear view away.
The ground shakes, my viens immediatelly quiver.
I've got no time for those pulling on my chains,
And it's a new day and age for those old shivers.



New friends come while old ones go.
Put in place and the voids full once again.
They left me twice a wreck in the harbor,
They left me hung up with no where to stand.



Angelina was a girl with long black hair.
I never knew how I'd regret if I never once asked.
A sorrowing rhapsody in a bards tale once told,
The never ending story of my face black masked.

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Devotion
This life rocks to and fro as a ship
on the inimical waters of the ocean.
There is no rest for thee out there
with the ship in constant motion.

I consigned my life to you
in the annus mirabilis of my youth,
And everyday after I found new lies,
but only through You came truth.

When the trumpets sound

The dead will rise.

Which thou I have found

From my eternal demise.

I would tell the world of His greatest majesty
as the wing'ed seriphs did sing.
My heart and soul are ambivalent
to whether those bugles of God will one day ring.

This path has addled me in the gospel truths
whether I will ever happen upon life with thee.
I say that I cannot abide by my own statutes
lest I may not walk into the gates of eternity.

When the trumpets sound

The dead will rise.

Which thou I have found

From my eternal demise.