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Jotham Feb 2019
I'm a tragedian, but only in real life.
My life is a tragedy
One bye one tempestuous waves cone to swallow me up
Massive earthquakes shake me down to my bones
Infectious and deadly diseases enter my body and slowly but surely killing me
Every time that happens I end up in rock-bottom
Where everything's hopeless and scary
But rock-bottom might be a good foundation to start again?  A good foothold to fight all of those disastrous calamities?  A good starting point?
A starting point to start all over again from scratch... and then what??!after giving myself some positive methinks and then once again those calamities then again come uninvited in my house wrecking and destroying everything I've worked *******?? To start again from rock-bottom and then giving my self some positive crap to repeat the cycle anew?  I'm not some Aleck
But a teensy butterfly of hope spreads its wings and flies
I'll be forced again to repeat the cycle
This agonizing, ugly, tiring and dumb cycle
I really am a tragedian one who plays in tragic roles.
Jotham Feb 2019
When I lay on my bed
Everything goes dark
It's like my bed is ******* me into the deep abyss
Ahhhh, my soul trembles
Pathetic, I say
The sleepiness that I have leaves me as soon as I try to sleep
One by one the mistakes in my past haunt me
Slowly brute and cruel thoughts violate me
This hopelessness and deep sadness I feel
When will it end?
When will it free me from its terror
When will I sleep peacefully with a smile on my face, a carefree thought, and an untroubled soul?
When will it stop playing with me? When my heart is shattered to a million pieces? no? When my soul is black?
Will it claim my life?  Like a thief in the night?
I hope not.
  Feb 2019 Jotham
Jacob Daniel Ellinger
Imagine there's no evil
It's easy if you try
No sin between us
Above us more then sky
Imagine all the people
Living to obey...
Imagine there's no Muslims
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to **** or die for
And no apostasy too
Imagine all the people
Living for the Lord...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join Jesus
And the world will be as one
Imagine no transgressions
I wonder if you can
No sight of greed or ******
The salvation of man
Imagine all the people
Living in the word...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join Jesus
And the world will live as one
I sing it to music https://soundcloud.com/stream
  Feb 2019 Jotham
Jacob Daniel Ellinger
Pardon me for being so crass
but speaking God’s word is not a crime last I asked.

People hatin’ gays is wrong
you won’t hear hate of gays in any hymn song.
And yet I feel like the world believes that it’s so,
that they hate what I say but don’t really know.
Hell even the government keeps prayer
from the rooms that they preach in.
while they tell me how I should think
and what I should say’s sin.

Maybe the world has come to a place in time
where being a christian is seen as a crime in mind,
So how long will it be before it’s a crime to be me?
and the world that I thought was a way that could be
just fine with the words that I pray on my knees,
makes it a crime
to say what’s in mind

that I love every person that ever had ***
with the same kind of gender that at first they where set.
That while I hate all the sin they live in there lives,
that it’s this and not the person I despise,
but the fact that they actively seek to attack
the beliefs that I hold in my heart, that they lack.

That if you’d accept the gift of Christ of forgiveness for your sin,
you might see a way for a knew life to begin.

But instead I’m told I’m a hater and ignorant,
while everyone missus the truth of the argument.
That it’s not the man or the women I hate
but the lust in their life by themselves they can’t sate.

So if what’s seen in my heart is spoken as truth
and seen by the government and most of the youth
as being a hate speech or some sort of lie,
as if I had said I’d wish they would die.

Well thank God it’s not a crime to rhyme,
Thank God the reward is mine.
I pray to God it’s close to the time.
I’m tired of living with the blind.
Jotham Feb 2019
ME
If you want to be me you have to brace yourself in being bereft
If you want to be me you have to be careworn
If you dream of being me then you have to **** your dreams first
If you dream of being me, you have to abandon yourself
If you love to be me then you need to hate yourself first
If you love me then you need to be encumbered
If you desire to be me,  then you have to get used to perfidiousness
If you desire to be me, you have to be a penultimate
You have to be ready in being ostracized for your idiosyncrasies
You have to be saxicolous
But, do remember nobody,  would ever yearn for you, want you and desire for you
Excogitate,  because you might regret it, forever.
It might be the last thing you'll do.

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