

Winner of Being a LoserI earned all my money by working so hard, I then lost it all on the turn of a card. I borrowed some more to roll on a dice, the dice were not falling that was not nice. I sold my left kidney to win back it all, I had to fold when the dealer did call. I had no more money flat on my back, so i sold my soul and placed it on black. I felt my luck changing then it rolled in to red, all of a sudden my soul left I was dead. I said to the devil double or quits, I am sure you can guess, I still lost it.Winner of Being a Loser
You might think i am a fool, a loser for sure, but my luck will c


Save the World ConfusedI am going to save the World, they told me to reduce, the energy that i use, so i've not got out of bed in a week, and i will get up when i choose.Save the World Confused
I want to change the World, they told me to stop abuse, that happens every night, so i'm keeping my hands above the sheet, i just hope i am doing right.
I want to build a new World, they told me to recycle, the things i throw away, so i've told my girlfriend not to go, and told her she can stay.
I hope the World recovers,
but its all a vicious cycle, of a price we all must pa


Message To GodGod what have you built, a world full of guilt ? People that pray, to you every day, they can not say, what they want.Message To God
Church's with spires, packed with the liars, that want to control, in a pastoral role, who has a good soul, by what they can pay.
God what did you say, to show us the way ? your Bible and rules, translated by fools, who wanted some tools, to control us in life.
Your Church makes a profit, by claiming your prophet, supports their good cause, allowing funding of wars, and passi


Meaning of LifeYou are a microscopic dot, on a large rock, floating in empty space within a massive galaxy, within an infinite universe, nothing in the grand scheme, and yet you dare to dream.Meaning of Life
What makes you important? your minor not brilliant, human waste in the human race, your bland not fancy, the same mockingly diverse, scum upon life's stream, and yet you dare to dream.


Chance of HopeThrough my eyes You'd see a mottled world. Even these words i write. No definite color, No real style.Chance of Hope
But everything is unique.
Am I wrong? Maybe. Some people look the same. Nothing real. No feelings, desires, loves. How can you feel Barbie and Ken Unless you are in their unreal heartless world? I think it must exist. Look around the class. Sit in your desk, look at the students. Eyes are the windows to their sould. But all I see is a blank void. Except the few that have a ghost of hope. In a second, it is gone. Wait. &nb
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Oh my God Almighty! Someone has sent me a bowel movement!
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Art is not dead,
It just smells funny.
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