trying to put, chemicals on our faces.
trying to put dead things into the living.
trying to look pretty by being dead.
by being fake...

it's true, isn't it?
the world is starting to love the lies. And hate the truth.
bowing down to idols that didn't exist.
trying to put something meant to be last.
looks are above the beauty within. is it?

this world.
they love the things, the very things destroying them.
being kings and queens of material things, is that who we are now?
of things that won't last but a kingdom of things.
things in the line of being burnt up when the last days come.
and only then would they say:

"what have i done with my lives."

and i could imagine them trying to cover it up with half-truths.
yet until then, people won't repent.
stubborn. they don't know the love within them.






"get your hands of devil." "of my people" "get your hands off my family and friends." "you already lost."

Marble walls tainted blue, crying tears of rain.
Marble sculpture crying rains and years of pain.
Wasn't shattered because I was made too hard by the pain.

Shattered. Finally broken apart.
Freed. Finally knocked down the bars of iron and cards.
Not confused anymore.
Through the shattered glass I can finally see more.

What was once a fogged view, what was once a mirage of what's true. It's mine. Finally mine.

My heart rejoiced.
My soul raises high it's voice, it's praises to the one true King.
No longer a melancholy song sang, but now a song lost.
I look forward to that day. Where I am with you God. Save me from this world, this body.
Break me and build me up.

Marble walls tainted blue, no longer there, just me and you.

Everyone have their own problems
but they seem so happy...

is happiness fake?

feels torturing to smile
feels like a burden to live
to cut a smile on my face
something’s wrong with me
with this fainted heart
it’s... so...
confusing
what is wrong with me?
my frail heart can’t carry this weight
just... wait...
for me
i... will be there soon.

I am so sorry for not accepting your correction. That things would not happen how I see it. It would happen as how God planned it.

But only if you knew the thought I put behind the things I do.
But only if you knew I care for you.
But only if you knew I just need you to appreciate my love for you.
I am sorry. Please continue to correct me. That I may love you more and more each day.

Please mother....

Smiling. Like you don’t care.
Laughing like you actually like what they like.
You just want to be in a spotlight.
Saying those words like its your line,
I believe its time you stop.
I believe you should stop thinking you are on top.
Forcing yourself in...into a “perfect” you.
Keeping yourself captive.
Wanting to be in their collective.
Because you want to fit in.
“ I know how you feel.”
I said into the mirror.
Finally it is clearer.
That I don’t have to be a joker.
Anymore...that I could be myself...finally...forevermore.

They are probably mocking me.
Their blank stares would have sliced me if I haven't looked away.

Would have busking on the streets with a Bible in hand helped me?

I want to cut the ropes that hold my heart tight. They hold my breath too.
To finally see clearly through the thick walls of this cacoon.

I don't know what's holding me back.
From talking to those who are experts of the web, when I am like them myself...
Maybe it's because of the lock the evil one has placed on my mouth when I was younger.
When isolation is my friend and my enemy.
When standing alone in the crowd is my therapy but also reminded me of my weakness.
I guess I would take a long time....to ask someone to fill this survey.

Demons lurking in the light of day, as well as the dead of night.
Demons living in souls, eating them inside out.
Controlling minds of life to spew out death.
Glitching with the my spiritual eyes opened. They glitch and I see the talking, blinking, singing skills of theirs. The words they spoke walked up in the air in smoke.
Their doom be laid bare in front of them.
The coins and notes they use are like marks on their hands and foreheads too.
When the mark comes. They won't hesitate to take the opportunity to go to hell to their father of lies.
They get puffed up with the smokes and piles of soot and ashes that would soon be burned. Piled up high. Their punishments piled up high.
Their names not written in the book of Life.
Thinking that the father of lies didn't lie that they would be happy and content and satisfied if they just bow down to him...just one time.
Lord, you have shown me how dark the world is.
Lead me into your light.
Save us.