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Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced by the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she had turned five years of age something terrible and tragic struck, the devil had sent an army of his minions, vampires, he called them, men and women who have pledged their loyalty to that of the devil in return for his favour in the form of lucre или other worldly possessions, anything that they want, pray do not be fooled by the devil’s generosity for in return Ты would have to suffer a fate worst than death if Ты ask me или at least they did, vampirism, these creatures feed off the blood of others, the thirst some call it, Ты may think well these creatures don’t exist, well you’re right they don’t, but they did in Serenity’s time.
Now Father Bartholomew was not aware of this but was cautious all the same, fearing for the sake of Serenity, painstakingly hid her, gave her holy water, two sacred crucifixes, garlic, a note, and a sacred ожерелье that he owned, he did this because he heard a knock on the church doors. After he had done the latter, he proceeded to say a prayer outside of the room Serenity was in and then, opened the doors of the church. As Father Bartholomew opened the doors, Serenity explored the room in which she was put, she found a плащ and a sack, and she put on the cloak, put the things which Father Bartholomew gave to her, and hung the ожерелье which her, surrogate father gave to her around her neck, then found a peephole through which she observed her situation and Father Bartholomew’s, there were seven cloaked people of whose faces could not be seen. “What is your purpose here?” asked Father Bartholomew, of the strangers, “We have sinned Father, we’ve sinned a lot and we’re here to confess”, Father Bartholomew suspicious of an ulterior motive said, “Well, confess children for the Lord forgiveth sinners”, the seven laughed maliciously, “Why don’t Ты let us in and make this a little еще confidential”, “I’ll have to refuse my children, for I have еще urgent matters to attend to.
At these words, Father Bartholomew made movements to close the doors when one of the strangers lunged вперед and in so doing his капот, худ fell, revealing long, lethal fangs. There was a scream of pain, a flash of fangs and a spurt of blood, Father Bartholomew was dead! или was he? Serenity let out a gasp of pain and sorrow for Father Bartholomew, but unfortunately this did not escape the notice of the seven strangers. “This is it,” she thought, but to her surprise she saw that the strangers could not reach the door, it was like an invisible barrier was protecting her. To her delight Father Bartholomew had saved her, he had sprinkled holy water and garlic near to the door and soon all the strangers screamed and burst in to flame before her very eyes. Serenity knew that whilst she was here no harm could befall her but she needed to get away because she did not know what was going on but something told her to Переместить from her current hiding spot. Even though Serenity was only five, she had a complete knowledge of the church and its secret passageways but she didn’t use any of them. The little voice in her head told her to use the secret passageways to get out but instead she rushed to the side of her beloved Father Bartholomew.
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Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced by the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she had turned five years of age something terrible and tragic struck, the devil had sent an army of his minions, vampires, he called them, men and women who have pledged their loyalty to that of the devil in return for his favour in the form of lucre или other worldly possessions, anything that they want, pray do not be fooled by the devil’s generosity for in return Ты would have to suffer a fate worst than death if Ты ask me или at least they did, vampirism, these creatures feed off the blood of others, the thirst some call it, Ты may think well these creatures don’t exist, well you’re right they don’t, but they did in Serenity’s time.
Now Father Bartholomew was not aware of this but was cautious all the same, fearing for the sake of Serenity, painstakingly hid her, gave her holy water, two sacred crucifixes, garlic, a note, and a sacred ожерелье that he owned, he did this because he heard a knock on the church doors. After he had done the latter, he proceeded to say a prayer outside of the room Serenity was in and then, opened the doors of the church. As Father Bartholomew opened the doors, Serenity explored the room in which she was put, she found a плащ and a sack, and she put on the cloak, put the things which Father Bartholomew gave to her, and hung the ожерелье which her, surrogate father gave to her around her neck, then found a peephole through which she observed her situation and Father Bartholomew’s, there were seven cloaked people of whose faces could not be seen. “What is your purpose here?” asked Father Bartholomew, of the strangers, “We have sinned Father, we’ve sinned a lot and we’re here to confess”, Father Bartholomew suspicious of an ulterior motive said, “Well, confess children for the Lord forgiveth sinners”, the seven laughed maliciously, “Why don’t Ты let us in and make this a little еще confidential”, “I’ll have to refuse my children, for I have еще urgent matters to attend to.
At these words, Father Bartholomew made movements to close the doors when one of the strangers lunged вперед and in so doing his капот, худ fell, revealing long, lethal fangs. There was a scream of pain, a flash of fangs and a spurt of blood, Father Bartholomew was dead! или was he? Serenity let out a gasp of pain and sorrow for Father Bartholomew, but unfortunately this did not escape the notice of the seven strangers. “This is it,” she thought, but to her surprise she saw that the strangers could not reach the door, it was like an invisible barrier was protecting her. To her delight Father Bartholomew had saved her, he had sprinkled holy water and garlic near to the door and soon all the strangers screamed and burst in to flame before her very eyes. Serenity knew that whilst she was here no harm could befall her but she needed to get away because she did not know what was going on but something told her to Переместить from her current hiding spot. Even though Serenity was only five, she had a complete knowledge of the church and its secret passageways but she didn’t use any of them. The little voice in her head told her to use the secret passageways to get out but instead she rushed to the side of her beloved Father Bartholomew.
Эй,
Mom,
It's been a while
Since Ты sat Далее to me,
Since I saw Ты smile
I miss Ты Mom
I wish Ты were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see Ты Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my сердце in two
I'll always remember Mom,
Ты taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling Ты Mom
Losing Ты killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what Ты were Mom,
Strong.
In everything Ты said
In everything Ты did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Остаться в живых a parent.
It's been a while
Since Ты sat Далее to me,
Since I saw Ты smile
I miss Ты Mom
I wish Ты were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see Ты Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my сердце in two
I'll always remember Mom,
Ты taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling Ты Mom
Losing Ты killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what Ты were Mom,
Strong.
In everything Ты said
In everything Ты did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Остаться в живых a parent.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the секунды of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But Ты should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do Ты do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three еще seconds, gone, like that,
Did Ты use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these секунды in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the секунды of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But Ты should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do Ты do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three еще seconds, gone, like that,
Did Ты use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these секунды in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the холм, хилл
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the холм, хилл
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die Эмо сука die, bitchy whore. That last Комментарий doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first Kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it сказал(-а) Розы are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if Ты want I'll tell them to can it, all because I Любовь Ты Janet. I don't know who wrote Ты Любовь poem rhyme thing but I Любовь Ты too!
Is It True Ты Lie?
Is It True Ты Hate Me?
Is It True Ты Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True Ты Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True Ты Like Me Crying?
Is It True Ты Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True Ты Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True Ты Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True Ты Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True Ты Let Me Call Ты My True Bestfriend When Ты Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True Ты Hate Me?
Is It True Ты Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True Ты Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True Ты Like Me Crying?
Is It True Ты Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True Ты Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True Ты Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True Ты Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True Ты Let Me Call Ты My True Bestfriend When Ты Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were огонь red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why Ты are
mad at me.
Why Ты shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Друзья ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why Ты are mad.
Why do Ты have to do
what Ты do to me?
Why does it give Ты
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Друзья take action?
Why cant Ты tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why Ты are
mad at me.
Why Ты shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Друзья ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why Ты are mad.
Why do Ты have to do
what Ты do to me?
Why does it give Ты
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Друзья take action?
Why cant Ты tell me WHY?