down down down in the bottom of my mug
down in the daunting dark depths of my mug
is a place unknown underneath this sea
that hides many mysterious things from me
so i drink to reach the bottom
drink to reach beneath
sipping and lapping at the wealth of caffeine
only to find the hard surface behind it; empty
and the treasure I missed was the treasure I sipped
and it had slipped down inside of me

hate

i wish i did not have the ability to hate
then it would be easier to condemn
but as i can hate
i make a very poor judge
and i resort to hate those who do it best
i hate the ignorant
i hate the racists
i hate the violent
and i wish i could not hate them
for now that i know i am just as bad as them
well now i must love them or be them
the former the hardest
and the latter is the death of my soul
so it must be a hard road
where love rules and where love proves strong enough
for if not then then i go down watching this world plummet hopeless and dark into the depths of the depraved potential of man

breathe each breath live each moment
let no cards kept yet be folded
live till death its your life own it
kill regret always better for it

step step step

through worlds of change

the streets full of doubters

the skies are gray

burn burn burn

the institutions of age

the altars are torn down

our fathers unobeyed

dig dig dig

ditches and graves

foundations for our dreams

asylum for mistakes

careful what you wish for, most dreams are built on sand
careful what you wish for, with that fruit in your hand
careful what you wish for, you were depraved from the start
careful what you wish for, knowledge will break your heart
careful what you wish for, when your death is guaranteed
careful what you wish for, when you dont know what you need

war is worse than dead bodies, eventhough that is a good enough arguement against it.
war is the adminition that we can't just get along.
war is the breeding ground of hate.
war is the curse of sin.
war is the blasphemy of man in his unwarranted distribution of his own depraved condemnation.

any war fought with weapons fought to bring peace by death will most often lead to more war and death before peace is found.

show me a man that deserves to die.

tell me the reason i have not yet perished.

this world belongs to no man. God is the only true judge.

show me a just cause for war and i will take up the sword and fight
until then i seek peace and to love as he loved

just a sad song

my tears do not say enough
my tears offer you no love
my tears fall short

my heart's stops; overcome
by the things i havent done
i was meant for more

i just want to show you that i care
but its hard when i cant be there
so i guess i am sorry that i cant be sorry enough for you
and i dont know what else there is that i can do

but if you could see these eyes
heart my heart
you'd realize
i'm torn apart
for you

i just want to show you that i care
but its hard when i cant be there
so i guess i am sorry that i cant be sorry enough for you
and i dont know what else there is that i can do