It’s hard to be vigilant
The distractions are many

It’s hard to remain alert
The dreaming comes so easy

The evils are hidden well
The horrors swept under view

The pleasures are obvious
The delights of brilliant hue

The work of the day is light
In light of when I compare

To the work of the needy
Those truly in need of care

The innocent suffer there
The voiceless die while unheard

But comfortable am I
The miseries become blurred

My concerns are so petty
But my mind is so consumed

My life is so hurried
I have no time for the doomed

Death is but a fairy tale
And of no interest to me

The here and now fill my thoughts
Just earthly treasure I see

It’s hard to be vigilant
The distractions are many

It’s hard to remain alert
The dreaming comes so easy

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“If you stare long enough into the Abyss,

the Abyss stares back at you.”

A man can lie to himself all he wishes,

but the mirror sees right through.

Oh the reflection how it burns and scalds us,

we cringe as finger to flame.

The world’s evil is in truth our very own,

what we see is our own blame.

There is no finger we can point nor curse throw,

that won’t even greater return.

But should we embrace pain and face our own fault,

we can then evolve and learn.

The Abyss once haunted me and so I hid,

but now I do gaze wide eyed.

I submit the dark so I can see clearly,

all that becomes me inside.

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You don’t have to hurt
You don’t have to feel
Get rid of the dirt
The pain isn’t real

Just come take this pill
And go on with life
You’re not sad, you’re ill
You don’t deserve strife

Pop, swallow, and down
The medicine is great
We’ll cure all your frowns
And help you cheat fate

Do what you want to
And go where you will
There’s no consequence now
When you take this pill

Yes, ain’t life great
Now that we have the pill

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It is never what you do.
It is why you did it.
It is never what you say.
It is what you communicate.
It is never where you go.
It is why you are there.

It is never what you wear.
It is why you wear it.
It is never what you have.
It is what you use it for.
It is never what you believe.
It is what you trust.

It is never the difficulty of the painting.
It is the insight of the artist.
It is never the skill of the music.
It is the heart of the composer.
It is never the technique of the prose.
It is the understanding of the author.

It is never the historic fact.
It is the lesson learned.
It is never the experience.
It is the wisdom.
It is never the knowledge.
It is the understanding.

It is never the number of friends.
It is the depth of the relationship.
It is never the size of the family.
It is the unity of the home.
It is never a church.
It is the Body of Christ.

For man looks at the outside,
But God looks at the heart.
The path a man walks,
Spawns from his heart.
You cannot change the heart
By changing the path.
But a humbled heart,
Leads a righteous path.
For a man can do many things right,
And never right his own heart.
Gaining the whole world,
And losing his own soul.

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