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Anastasia Aug 2019
We stood
In our kingdom
Atop of it's roof
Our palace of dirt
Simply me and you
You grab my hand
"Do you trust me?"
I started to think
That maybe you love me
"Fall"
You said
At first I was scared
But seeing you there
Standing in the sun
Holding my hand
I thought you might be the one
I let myself fall
But you held on
So I thought I would, too
Nicole Aug 2019
you were my museum curator
and he was my kingdom builder
never run back to what broke you
but why does my heart
choose to love
that museum curator
who left me scarred?
Ylzm Aug 2019
Jerusalem, will of Man, of Ishmael, and not Isaac
Dome of the Rock and not House of God
A constant thorn and not peace of the Earth
We weep as those who wept at the Second Temple

Jerusalem, a lure, a trap, a stumbling block, a sieve
******* to false prophets and worldly kings
As Ishmael sent away, so shall Jerusalem be exiled
For One greater than the Temple is here: Immanuel

Jerusalem, Bride of God, shall descend from above
Trumpet blasts in skies, the world shall see and mourn
All Israel gathered and her enemies judged
The kingdom of the world becomes the kingdom of God
Ylzm Jul 2019
Rather a chance today,
     to make and take,
Than promise tomorrow,
     patiently wait;
Rather destiny,
     our own hands create,
Than mere king,
     in unknown kingdom partake.
Twaffle Jul 2019
In this kingdom of solitude,
imagination comforts me.
She was living in multiple alternated realities
constantly fought solis against luna you know
while experiencing delusions and fighting slavery

...Inside of his domestic kingdom,
she figured out who's characters were for show.

Oh god, the ways in which she revealed her own darkness sometimes was sickening but manipulation had before held her captive.
She became a victim with no strength to respond any other way than being passive.

This so-called king possessed weapons of puppetry and diluted morals, she applied fresh lipstick to her face and got ready to constantly give him oral.

Over & over again she misplaced her caring art, seemed to have mastered her heartlessness into a form of art.

Forever she remained mute, nobody sensed her pain if she sat there playing cute.
She stuttered whenever she tried to use her voice, people judged her for being quiet like if it was her own ******* choice.

...Trauma lingered in her mind and on her face, to whom it did not concern as long as she was cooperative dressed in lace.

She was fully aware this darkness she had endured may have triggered inside of her a personality disorder, as she crawled on her knees & repeatedly gave in to his wretched & violating orders.

She was no longer the same proper creature, she was all over the place and possessed heartless features.
How was she supposed to be sure of what she truly feels?
When she could not even tell apart delusions from what is real.

Developing h.p.p.d
Authors note*
Wrote this piece in hopes of reaching out to anyone out there who might be struggling with giving in to ****** peer pressure. ****** peer pressure is still ****** assault. You are not a puppet, you are entitled to the right to your body & your right to say no. If something doesn't feel right or you wish to hold yourself up to having higher values/standards, then by all means put your foot down. Don't settle for selfish lovers, be so busy loving yourself in the meantime until you find someone who respects your body and mind, rather than plays with them for their own pleasure. In case nobody told you today, you are worthy and your feelings are valid. You do not have a job here on earth to please others, sexually or in any way. I love you. <3
Thanks for taking the time to read my story.
SøułSurvivør May 2019
Oh, My Father,

We are blessed.
In Your Name there's
Holiness
Let all the Earth
Bow down, attest,
Beneath Your wings
We finally rest.

Oh, Jehovah,

Let us see
And do Your Will
Effectively
Let Your Kingdom
Finally be
Your Will is what
Will set us free!

Jehovah-jireh

You'll provide.
Let us put all fears aside.
You bring us bread,
Fish on the tide
In Your blessings
We reside!

Jehovah-Tsidkenu

Our righteousness
To forgive is such a test!
By Your forgiveness
We can bless
Others... with them
We won't wrest.

Jehovah-Nissi

Victory waves!
Let Satan leave!
He is depraved.
Let him not tempt us
To the grave!
For, in You, we may be
SAVED!

Yours is the power
Glory send,
And Your Kingdom

NEVER ENDS

We were in a
Deep, deep pit...
An endless journey
Hellbound trip!
Now our feet
Will never slip,
And with the armor
We're equipped!
Matthew 6:9-13
Luke 11:2-4

I have a lot of faith this rhyme embodies the heart of Jesus's Model Prayer... suggestions welcome!
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