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Pardon, pardon — but how? Sen… senin face, your every moment— a çok güzel hayat for you, and for me… sadece jahannam.”
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Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 6:28 AM UTC
Pardon
One minute to say “Goodbye”. No words and no need to think of, No grief of grudges and no regrets. It’s the last minute of our love. Your cold look and measured breathing, Your silence and breathing ‘in out’ in tune. Could you and I imagined, my dear, That we’d end up like this as soon? The minute is dreadfully long. It’s like the time completely stops. We can soothe the heart, freeze the soul, But we can’t get pardon from love. No hopes.
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Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 5:19 PM UTC
One minute to say “Goodbye”
"Ô Dieu, ai-je pris ta grâce pour acquise ? Ai-je oublié la voie étroite que je dois traverser ? Ai-je oublié que tu es saint et que tu ne vis que dans la sainteté ? Il est vrai que tu aimes le pécheur, mais j'ai déjà été rachetée. Tu m'as conduite à la vérité. Et maintenant, qu'est-ce que je fais ? Deviens-je pire que les Galates ? Suis-je en train d'oublier le sacrifice de la croix et la persévérance que tu nous exhorte à pratiquer ? Deviens-je une paresseuse éternelle, qui ne pense qu'au plaisir, somnolente dans ma chair ? Père, pardonne-moi, pardonne-moi, car j'ai laissé tomber toutes les voies que tu m'as apprises, en laissant le laxisme et la paresse m'envahir. Je ne comprends pas que je ne suis pas indispensable. Je ne voudrais pas être mise de côté. J'aimerais vraiment que tu m'utilises, que je revienne à ma consécration, à mon alliance et à mon amour premier. Je te prie de ne point détourner ta face de moi. Aide moi père
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Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 2:45 AM UTC
Ô Dieu
it seems Prez Grinch, has a job to commit it's that time of year, we have to admit turkey pardoning is indeed a big thing Prez Grinch just loves it as he thinks he's a king the turkey is chosen and brought to the garden it struts and it clucks and Prez says ”Your Pardoned”... Brian Hill - 2020 # 322
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Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
Your Pardoned...
Like, you float and welcome the buoyancy But a mooring now and then would be loved
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Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 3:37 PM UTC
Uh
Sorry
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May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
A SOLUTION TO UPCOMING PROBLEMS
when your president      old friend of yours pardons you even before you are legally sentenced for assorted crimes what do you call that?
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
fake justice?
Your soul looks More beautiful Through My eyes Here I know Unsaid Unseen Unheard And More than that Silence Inside the heart
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Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
Pardon
Pardon my actions if they are wrong, Atleast inform me if it gets too long, To see up the sky and follow the dawn, Remember this thing- I'm not a pawn.
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
Not a pawn
Oh black negus. Why do you hate me so much? Noticed I called you by your rightful title. Negus King, Ruler, Emperor Not ***** or ****** The derogatory term originating from the crackers, or ***** the mild disparagement softened by society made to think that it's acceptable. But anyway let's get back to it. Why do you hate me? Is it because of my full lips or my round hips? My low tolerance for ******** The way that my stretch marks are engraved in my skin? Or how the roots of my hair aren't so thin. Is it my naturally sun kissed skin? Even toned complexion? It just can't be my uncanny resemblance to Isis the Egyptian Goddess! So why not praise me for my natural features Why go on one knee for their paid for enhancements Should I react like Angela Basset in Waiting to Exhale? Screaming and shouting while my face is growing pale. But pardon my melanin I was perplexed by this darkness that stared at me in the mirror That stared at me looking in my lovers eyes and taunted me Smiles behind hidden hate they constantly berate my beauty But pardon my melanin My superiority is in my melanin Encased in my skeleton Our ancestors wouldn't like this They would not be proud of that colorism that exist They slander us for our features yet they list after it This systematic thinking has our men slandering us but they won't admit You continue to beat me down yet I am your mother. I am the fruit of this nation. But pardon my melanin So I'll ask again Why do you hate me? We are carved in the same beauty and without each other we can't exist I still remember the first day that we kissed but a few months later you left me for hailey in an unfortunate bliss Melanin filled girls I am here to say You are a queen never be afraid to be seen The brother that disrespect and degrade are absolutely absurd! You are not ratchet bitter or mean Youre a stunning melanin queen So pardon my melanin? Naw enlightened by me melanin.
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
Pardon my melanin
Oh black negus. Why do you hate me so much? Noticed I called you by your rightful title. Negus King, Ruler, Emperor Not ***** or ****** The derogatory term originating from the crackers, or ***** the mild disparagement softened by society made to think that it's acceptable. But anyway let's get back to it. Why do you hate me? Is it because of my full lips or my round hips? My low tolerance for ******** The way that my stretch marks are engraved in my skin? Or how the roots of my hair aren't so thin. Is it my naturally sun kissed skin? Even toned complexion? It just can't be my uncanny resemblance to Isis the Egyptian Goddess! So why not praise me for my natural features Why go on one knee for their paid for enhancements Should I react like Angela Basset in Waiting to Exhale? Screaming and shouting while my face is growing pale. But pardon my melanin I was perplexed by this darkness that stared at me in the mirror That stared at me looking in my lovers eyes and taunted me Smiles behind hidden hate they constantly berate my beauty But pardon my melanin My superiority is in my melanin Encased in my skeleton Our ancestors wouldn't like this They would not be proud of that colorism that exist They slander us for our features yet they list after it This systematic thinking has our men slandering us but they won't admit You continue to beat me down yet I am your mother. I am the fruit of this nation. But pardon my melanin So I'll ask again Why do you hate me? We are carved in the same beauty and without each other we can't exist I still remember the first day that we kissed but a few months later you left me for hailey in an unfortunate bliss Melanin filled girls I am here to say You are a queen never be afraid to be seen The brother that disrespect and degrade are absolutely absurd! You are not ratchet bitter or mean Youre a stunning melanin queen So pardon my melanin? Naw enlightened by me melanin.
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Crimson forces of dawn, Pardon cowering failed night; Change of reign again!
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 1:50 PM UTC
Forces of occupation!
an American tree with mandarin flute that made cute in her high shoes where courtier still glazed midland snow with mistletoe on this street as lit for shop till the new year was shone.
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
Amerasian
Some men make me worry Degrading treatment towards women seems to be ok On their behalf I would like to say sorry This kind of bahaviour needs to stop today As a guy it sickens me The sheer amount of disrespect Rating women, calling them a lousy three Something in your head must be defect The other day I heard a colleague say Don't worry about their names I'm saving them by the codes Each letter leading me on different roads "S" means hot, "X" is for a one time use I was aghast, no I was shocked In my opinion this is resembling abuse After that further chat had to be blocked A dark day for a believer of human dignity No human should be reduced to an object Fellow men, stand up when facing this immorality This is a wrong we need to correct
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Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
I beg for Pardon
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Panglossian Perspective Pivoting Poze Pretentiously
Alternately titled: arm ugh gut tin  Aye dread getting **********    and getting washed     even without spectacles    that haint no mo' six-pack ab which nearly rock-ribbed    mid equatorial zone shapeshifted     into corpuscular blubbery     ancillary physiognomy    where aye wanna bab  bull posttraumatic stressed out    middle age battle of the bulge. Season sponged pants squarely     and tightly across the equatorial adipose tissue    requiring mister crab to clamp down with pincers    viz primitive liposuction     whence rustling scupper    will efface this trireme     where three-ply    tread fully and tirelessly dab bull to ameliorate    rolls of extra flesh alien     to what stacked    as an athletic sculpted body.    Now no prolong inhalation    get with steely mettle hie trite to iron out the flab thus this part    and parcel of senescence,     yet auxiliary buttressed dermis     effect forming gorged girth    giving "love handles" grab reigniting reign of prepubescent anorexia nervosa,     bootstrapped now wen frankly    zaps distorted self-image.     Evoked holocaust repugnant    rolls of fat insta jab stubborn thoughts of self-loathing    entice me to become a lab bore a tory guinea pig to restore     prime of life when five foot ten    alignment could nab first place in a slick couture magazine     from the neck down    taut torso bearing     fashion model and    teen idol where tab. To stand stock still until Shutterfly    would SnapChat     rippled tummy, could    fill my hungry wallet with inxs of cash now, aye haint so gorge ***  WhatsApp with      a faux pregnant protuberance,    though thankfully     derriere still rather dash ing, which palm pilot sized buttocks    doth newt offset.     Lost battle of the bulge,    where diet tribes furloughed in a flash abandoning their respective stations,     gnome hatter sinusoidal    parabolic frontispiece finds me to gnash my toothless mouth for lack of means     to stave of the depredations     of slump pin proletariat    allowing me a hash. Tag with hefty weight, acquiescing     this Pillsbury doughboy blivet     to subject himself to the sharp    stings of a cool whip lash bearing the snap against raw skin as due process     and supplication for atlas shrug ging his shoulders    at the fountainhead naming me mash shew Scott in regard to oblate inflation.     Insulation fiberglass around midsection, and    how ma late mum     (an avid fan of doctor Carleton Fredericks,    who preceded Mehmet Oz), would quash the love she showered on this sole heir -     resorting to exhaustive palliatives -    even ear rash shun null gambits,    and as a last-ditch effort     putting this offspring      on par with an albatross -    vamoose get out with the trash!
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
Goodbye six pack Hello Love Handle
Alternately titled: arm ugh gut tin  Aye dread getting **********    and getting washed     even without spectacles    that haint no mo' six-pack ab which nearly rock-ribbed    mid equatorial zone shapeshifted     into corpuscular blubbery     ancillary physiognomy    where aye wanna bab  bull posttraumatic stressed out    middle age battle of the bulge. Season sponged pants squarely     and tightly across the equatorial adipose tissue    requiring mister crab to clamp down with pincers    viz primitive liposuction     whence rustling scupper    will efface this trireme     where three-ply    tread fully and tirelessly dab bull to ameliorate    rolls of extra flesh alien     to what stacked    as an athletic sculpted body.    Now no prolong inhalation    get with steely mettle hie trite to iron out the flab thus this part    and parcel of senescence,     yet auxiliary buttressed dermis     effect forming gorged girth    giving "love handles" grab reigniting reign of prepubescent anorexia nervosa,     bootstrapped now wen frankly    zaps distorted self-image.     Evoked holocaust repugnant    rolls of fat insta jab stubborn thoughts of self-loathing    entice me to become a lab bore a tory guinea pig to restore     prime of life when five foot ten    alignment could nab first place in a slick couture magazine     from the neck down    taut torso bearing     fashion model and    teen idol where tab. To stand stock still until Shutterfly    would SnapChat     rippled tummy, could    fill my hungry wallet with inxs of cash now, aye haint so gorge ***  WhatsApp with      a faux pregnant protuberance,    though thankfully     derriere still rather dash ing, which palm pilot sized buttocks    doth newt offset.     Lost battle of the bulge,    where diet tribes furloughed in a flash abandoning their respective stations,     gnome hatter sinusoidal    parabolic frontispiece finds me to gnash my toothless mouth for lack of means     to stave of the depredations     of slump pin proletariat    allowing me a hash. Tag with hefty weight, acquiescing     this Pillsbury doughboy blivet     to subject himself to the sharp    stings of a cool whip lash bearing the snap against raw skin as due process     and supplication for atlas shrug ging his shoulders    at the fountainhead naming me mash shew Scott in regard to oblate inflation.     Insulation fiberglass around midsection, and    how ma late mum     (an avid fan of doctor Carleton Fredericks,    who preceded Mehmet Oz), would quash the love she showered on this sole heir -     resorting to exhaustive palliatives -    even ear rash shun null gambits,    and as a last-ditch effort     putting this offspring      on par with an albatross -    vamoose get out with the trash!
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Sheriff Joe Arpaio was convicted by the court for picking on the immigrants of the Latino sort. Relied on racial profiling and on intimidation; A redneck cop who'd love to build a bigoted white nation. Of course, this man loves Donald Trump and though he is a crook, Trump has come through and pardoned him and got him off the hook. So ***** the courts and rule of law that's there to thwart each hater; This "law and order" president's a despot and dictator. So if you are an alt-right racist, it's your lucky day! El Presidente Trump makes rights and justice go away.
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
Sheriff Joe Arpaio
Order is changing in disorder ,people forgot God Vested interests have made them the commodities They have made the money their so called lord Hence their real status is to unfold crease by crease The day of Resurrection is not far off but is near So we have to take account of all our silly selections Death will not give us time to reconsider my dear All our body parts are witness to our ***** actions Let us bestow our heads to seek pardon to be clean Let ask go back with clear eyes ,with clean hearts Let us be innocent and pure like but early age teen Let us be away from vicious circles of but all sorts Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
To Seek Pardon
*When the sour rains come, you'll remember the shelter in my heart yet when the hot sun shines, you'll recall the shed in my soul When the road is endless, you'll remember your miles I walked in the silent night, you'll miss the moments we talked When the creepy rhythm of the night starts to scare You'll recall the moments I was right there and when the brightly burning moon and the stars light the cold night You'll crave a walk through the illumination but fright Won't let you risk venturing into the enchanting warm rays You'll miss our romantic walks during the good old days. When the storms come with their fatal thunderbolts You'll make for the safety under your adrenaline vaults You'll wish I was by your chilly desolate bedside presenting my masculine chest for your innocence to hide You'll miss the magical touch of my wet lips Whilst your heartbreaks and blood red emotion drips When flowers in your tended gardens bloom they'll but fruit gloom For their sweet scent will reconstruct my presence in the empty room When my favourite classics and RnBs play on the radio You'll remember dancing to some of them during our cardio And when the telenovela we watched together Comes on you'll wish you'd never said never you'll want me to come home, you'll miss my golden smile, look through the pane in pain hoping I'll appear along the isle our memories will be the gravity pulling you to remorse tears'll spring from costly decisions you'll want to reverse you'll throw pillows and gnaw your teeth while missing us when all you're throwing away will return like an ancestral curse You'll try to find us in liquor but we won't be under those bottles no amount of ***** will manage to drown the pain within you'll let so many other lads into your knickers but that too won't pay sleep under showers, even that won't wash the mire of where you've been and then you'll dial my number and I'll anxiously pick up only to listen to silence on the other end for you'll lack what to say I'll try to get the words out of you but sobbing you'll hung up And being the one for you, the one destiny charmed like a hub I'll run out the door and jump into a nearby cab to come and welcome the prodigal back to my heart for I know there's no life when we're even just a second apart in about an hour I'll be by your door, a happy soul under teary eyes knocking with a big box full of pardon before you apologise that's how much I love you... even if you doubt I deserve you and when the time comes, you'll realise my passion is true*
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
The Big Box
*When the sour rains come, you'll remember the shelter in my heart yet when the hot sun shines, you'll recall the shed in my soul When the road is endless, you'll remember your miles I walked in the silent night, you'll miss the moments we talked When the creepy rhythm of the night starts to scare You'll recall the moments I was right there and when the brightly burning moon and the stars light the cold night You'll crave a walk through the illumination but fright Won't let you risk venturing into the enchanting warm rays You'll miss our romantic walks during the good old days. When the storms come with their fatal thunderbolts You'll make for the safety under your adrenaline vaults You'll wish I was by your chilly desolate bedside presenting my masculine chest for your innocence to hide You'll miss the magical touch of my wet lips Whilst your heartbreaks and blood red emotion drips When flowers in your tended gardens bloom they'll but fruit gloom For their sweet scent will reconstruct my presence in the empty room When my favourite classics and RnBs play on the radio You'll remember dancing to some of them during our cardio And when the telenovela we watched together Comes on you'll wish you'd never said never you'll want me to come home, you'll miss my golden smile, look through the pane in pain hoping I'll appear along the isle our memories will be the gravity pulling you to remorse tears'll spring from costly decisions you'll want to reverse you'll throw pillows and gnaw your teeth while missing us when all you're throwing away will return like an ancestral curse You'll try to find us in liquor but we won't be under those bottles no amount of ***** will manage to drown the pain within you'll let so many other lads into your knickers but that too won't pay sleep under showers, even that won't wash the mire of where you've been and then you'll dial my number and I'll anxiously pick up only to listen to silence on the other end for you'll lack what to say I'll try to get the words out of you but sobbing you'll hung up And being the one for you, the one destiny charmed like a hub I'll run out the door and jump into a nearby cab to come and welcome the prodigal back to my heart for I know there's no life when we're even just a second apart in about an hour I'll be by your door, a happy soul under teary eyes knocking with a big box full of pardon before you apologise that's how much I love you... even if you doubt I deserve you and when the time comes, you'll realise my passion is true*
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Penetrating the walls of sin To bring to life a dead being Tolerating our flaws Through the forgiveness of our trespasses Will not behold sin Therefore to it blinded His love Left His throne, to eat from our dish Working willingly towards His wish The great deliverer Ready to lead us out of darkness into His marvelous light The still small voice whispering “yes you can” From the heart of love, His blood flows Healing the bruised, finding the lost Assuring the hopeless, giving another chance to the prodigal Through mercy, with a blazing grace.
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
BLAZING GRACE
Pardon me for I let myself controlled by you Pardon me for I let you came into my life Pardon me for all the times I wait for your reply Pardon me for asking where you are Pardon me for being mean when I don't have the right Pardon me for acting like you care but you're not Pardon me for I let myself love you, Now pardon me for I can't do those things again.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
Pardon me