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Wisdom should be sought early while you are young, otherwise Experience shall instruct you, according to your ways!

EVERYBODY hates liars, until they are the ones doing the lying.

There is ONE absolute TRUTH for anyone trying to be GOOD! If you are succeeding, evil people with bad intentions will seek you out!

I sing to you a song of sorrow, a song of emptiness and pain. A song of such misery—of tears that fall like rain!

I have witnessed the evil that flows from the hearts of men—that is why—I am alone and without friends.

Daily, I meditate on my past deeds—and bury deep within the earth—in an unmarked grave—the seeds of all my dreams!

I am the lone sojourner in this dreary land! I sing of all the joys; I’ll never know—I sing of a man—that walks the barren wastelands—bereft of hope!

I sing to you,...

What can I say about My Family Tree, except: My Family Tree…seems to be doing just fine—without me.

I hardly ever see them, and I rarely ever call

Perhaps—as my time draws near—no one will take notice, when my branch falls.

Maybe, I’m blinded—by my past wounds—their ill spoken words…

Maybe, my ears are still stinging, because of the gossip about me, that they never should have heard…

Many people say, that blood is thicker than water—that’s easy to say, when you are not the lamb that’s being led to...

How can we rage?

We—who are blown hopelessly along on the winds of destruction?

To my left is my betrayer—to my right—is my bride of scorn!

I am alone.

—Without the joys of Hope.

—And my heart beats heavy within my breast

I feel so worn!

I look upon those—who look just like me…

They claim fame and notoriety…

They are foolish—and are scattered like so many lost sheep!

They voice their anger!

They are loud and proud!

They lash out in hatred!

They show no love.

—But they desire equality, and denounce...

What of me, Lord? What of me?

What of me, Lord? What of me? When shall I have that which You have promised me?

Am I doomed to suffer lack? Why do You punish me so?

In my anger, I react as a child reacts,

I cover my ears so as not to hear, and clothe myself with unbelief.

I am estranged from my God, whose attention I so desperately need.

Sorrow is my companion. I sup with misery.

Has my Heavenly Father somehow forgotten me?

Out of the anguish of my soul, I cry,

What of me, Lord? What of me?...

The best way to get nowhere in life is to remain the same.

When I write, I pour out my soul. When we talk, I'm testing your character.

I’ve been to the Mountain, and this is what I saw: all of the armies of GOD arrayed for war!

Men on horses ready to ride—the sword of the spirit strapped to their sides! Come O ye men of YAH, hearken unto the sounds of WAR—for I’ve been to the mountain and this is what I saw:

The angels in armor—arrows of light! A TRUTH so bright that it out shown the night! Horses snorting fire, the angels eyes ablaze, the enemies of The Most High sorely afraid!

Death hid beneath his cloak from the armies of...

This is the trick to quoting scripture. Buy yourself a little mead notebook and copy the verses you want to remember. Use a yellow highlighter to highlight the words. Whenever you are sitting there, doing nothing look at the verses you have written down and say them over and over again [out loud]. Choose to commit them to memory. This means do whatever it is that you do to memorize things. Before you know it, you are quoting scripture. YOU HAVE TO WRITE THEM DOWN!

Deuteronomy 17:18 And it...