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There were millions of other people that could have been here on this Earth in your place, but it was you that made it. It was you against all odds; blind and in the dark, you chased Gods Love and won. We all love to be Winners and Champions. It breaks our heart to be called a Loser; that's why God made the beginning of our Existence a big race against millions, a race like you'll never be involved in again (millions entered, one (you) and only one (if your not a twin), Lived on, while the others perished. No one can or ever should call someone else a loser (we are a World of Champions)...because no race is more important than the race to Existence, and nothing won is more Valuable than the reward of God's Air, His Water, Grass, Mountains, our Universe, the Ability to and be Loved, but most of all and more importantly...God's Gift of Individuality and Choice. We all are Winners, Champions of a Great Race Forgotten. To call some one a loser is to call Our Great Creator and the manner in which we became to be, a lie. By Anthony BamBam!! Thomas
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
Proof of God's Love ("We Are a World of Champions")
But I haven't got a stitch to wear -morrissey
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
I would go out tonight
I'm an Artist. So I don't have to go out on Saturday to feel cool. I can just stay in and get artsy. ∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
I'm Not Going Out Tonight
Drinking cider Late into the night Then homemade ***** By candle light Seemed such a Wonderful idea Until today Alas I fear My pile of paper Will not shrink The ***** dishes Are still in the sink The washing machine Is far too loud My head is firmly In the clouds The morning has Just run away I really wish That I could stay Curled up in bed With nought but dreams Navel gazing In the sunbeams Such Bliss...... But alas I know I should Move my *** And get on With things mundane And really try To engage my brain Maybe Just one more cup Of coffee - black Will wake me up And some tunes To dance around Just in my pants That pumping sound..... No more of this Up up she cries I shall conquer No compromise In just a tick Just one more minute I'll will get up And get on with it..... And yet still I'm here upon my bed Making excuses Just resting my head And writing rhymes But that won't do Right She's up! Phew.... (C) Pixievic 2016
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
The Morning After....