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Mar 2012 · 658
Contradictions
Victoria Cole Mar 2012
Passion and madness which do I tell?
The unspeakable evil among us do dwell.
Cry out for justice and rail at the wind.
How can I do this without any sin?
I am alone but I am not. I am crazy but I am not.
I am high but I am not. I am real but I am not.
Never have I felt more brave or even alive.
To challenge the blood guilt of those who won't survive.
Their death I will mourn. From dusk till the morn.
From the arms of loved ones will they be torn?
I am right but I am not. I am good but I am not.
I am without sound but I am not. I am depressed but I am not.
Lead us not into temptation.
Pray for the poor.
Who can challenge this and even the score?
I grieve for my brothers and cry for their souls.
Vultures over graves, oh hurt me no more.
I am a rock but I am not. I am close but I am not.
I am evil but I am not. I am ugly but I am not.
In the darkest hour: at four a.m.
When thoughts of darkness start to sweep in.
To face the truth and ready for battle.
It is with bravery I face the darkest hour.
Never shall I fail.
I am sick, but I am not. I am different, but I am not.
I am clean but I am not. I am misunderstood but I am not.
Mar 2012 · 489
The Last Days
Victoria Cole Mar 2012
I am in this place where madness dwells
silly hearts and social ills.
With a heavy heart to take a stand
things that matter on just one hand.
The grace of God will save us all
not before we take the fall.
Who will rise with us to heal the brave
of an unfinished project  I started today.
Conviction, compassion more enveloping than anger, I think not.
To battle to death those things that rot.
Gather the masses and ethics appeal  
look to tomorrow, instead of feel.
Oh, the anguish and dread
how I wish I were dead.
I will pray for our souls that all can be saved
never to  sanction a life depraved.
All who oppose and stutter and flail
cry and mourn when they see they have failed.
Ride the wind and look to the sky
before you cast down and begin to cry.
We will stand together, or not at all
be united or take the fall.

— The End —