May the Good Lord , Angels surround you at all times here.
May the Good Lord, covenant with you never become broken.
May he raise you up, to have blessings that you could never buy.
May he make you a head over those whom despise you here.
Thus causing them to rethink and find God through your acts.
May you be blessed with cars and homes that you can not afford.
May he build up within you Love that overwhelms others here.
May this Love become even more supernatural and heal others.
May your home be a safe haven always to you and your family.

it must be in my composition
composing lines of opposition
opposing the forces of inhibition
inhibiting me, and my mission

maybe the reason for my creation
creating lines of aspiration
aspiring to give my own translation
translating thoughts into formulation

=========thesis of completion============

i was made from the pavement of places
where faces are vacant of any translation
i interlace traces of those wasted cases
as a way of portraying their lost salvation

i speak from the streets of broken pieces
where the weak sleep in the heat of depletion
i seek to find some peace in my thesis
where these creatures reek of completion

I am strong
because I know
what I want.
Power flows
in my veins
and give me wings
and I will not complane.
No more sadness
no more tears
in the darkness.
I will survive
I will never give up


Make a wish
Do a push
every day
all the way


Hold on to love
fight for what you belive.
Take a chance
follow your heart
keep the good things in life.
No more sadness
no more tears
in the darkness
I will survive
I will never give up.

You talk about pills.
The right combination,
Down them so easy,
Death comes so quickly.

You talk about razors.
The way they glide across your skin,
How much you love the pain,
The deadly scars
the cold metal leaves behind.

You talk about happiness,
And your lack thereof.
And I wonder what I can ever do
To make you feel genuinely happy.

You talk about hate.
How you feel your family
Doesn’t like you,
So why should anyone else?

You talk about pain.
How there’s so much of it.
You keep it bottled inside.
Pressure on your skull.

You talk about death.
And how if you weren’t
Afraid of the pain,
You’d be gone by now.