First is a prayer from deathchibi.The 13 Blessings of Deathchibi For Our neurosis, Without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting. Blessed are the Madmen, for they hold the keys to secret knowledge. Blessed are the Phobic, always wary of that which would do them harm. Blessed are the Obsessed, for their courses are clear. Blessed are the Addicts, may they quench the thirst that never ebbs. Blessed are the Murderous, for they have found beauty in the grotesque. Blessed are the Fire-lovers, for their hearts are always warm. Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real. Blessed are the Musicians, for in their ears they hear the music of the soul. Blessed are the Sleepless, as they bask in wakeful dreaming. Blessed are the Paranoid, ever-watchful for our enemies. Blessed are the Visionaries, for their eyes see what might be. Blessed are the Pain-lovers, for in their suffering, we grow stronger. Blessed is the Mad god, who tricks us when we are foolish, punishes us when we are wrong, tortures us when we are unmindful, and loves us in our imperfection.Seven pink salmons of pinned hearts I love you all, I hate you all,I need you all,I envy you all,With such beauty,So divine,You shall be mine,Same for your bloodline,like a straw doll,Pinned on my wall,Taxidermy,Causing crafty Schadenfreude smiles,On the stitched faces,Of my hated yet loved children,I wish to be you,Even if your life might be worse,It is still better,than my verse.http://thesunlistenstomygreeness.blogspot.com/The red eyes of eight-ball fracture A proud look,
a lying tongue,
hands that shed innocent blood,
a heart that devises wicked plans,
feet that are swift in running to evil,
a false witness who speaks lies,
and one who sows discord among brethren.
But I, hurting and stubborn, preferred my sins.
I preferred my peevish, snide, small-minded, mean-spirited comments,
grunting at people when they walked in or out,
and letting food drool out of my mouth.
Those were sins that I had made my own.
You know what it’s like when you make sin your own.
You housebreak it.
You domesticate it.
You shield it from the Spirit’s scrutiny.
I did not want to let go of the sick, strange comfort of my own misery.
And isn’t sinful misery comforting?
True misery, misery brought about solely by tragedy, is horrendous.
Suffering and the Sovereignty of God provides several examples of this type of misery,
such as the misery of the unexpected death of a father or a child.
There is little comfort in this kind of misery.
There are tears and groaning and questions, but far too often there is little comfort.
But when we allow sin to pollute or misery, our sin becomes so comforting.
Like an alcoholic escaping into the bottle,
we can escape into our own sin and let it bring us its cold comfort.
Or will I, like so many before me, turn my back on "God" and blame him, shaking my fist at God for not preventing what He could have prevented?
Will I be faithful or will I be faithless?
Will I find comfort in Him or will I find comfort in the sick, strange comfort of my own sinful misery?
Light blue truthChanging the truth,
Not realizing the truth,
Being unable to grasp the truth,
retreating from the truth,
"Falsity" Is changing the truth,
"Ignorance" is not realizing the truth,
"Incompetence" is being unable to fully grasp the truth,
And "escape" Is running from the truth.
But all is useless because the truth is nearby and it will find you.
And remember, most truths are lies, but lies have truth in them.
So close...
Bright GreyIllumination is for those scared of the things in darkness,
Shade is for those hurt by the Light,Window are for those hurt by light to envy those in the light,Speek like a forgotten childOldy and moldysay the future too the past,uncertain and unclear as coal,say the present too the future.the crystal ball only sees the past,said the gipsy, too the man.goodbye begins with hello,said the two best friends. 
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