The differenceThe poor...Looking at your face,her eyes, shredding your grace.No silk and lace,nor anything for a good base....the rich...Watching her sit there,your thoughts, judging her so unfair.All your wealth and still nothing to share,All your health and the less you care....the moment...Views crossing eachother,two in tears, the other couldn't bother.One isn't a martyr,but the other isn't a saviour either....the difference...The cold reallistic poverty,or a fake golden journey.Being accused for anarchy,or a checkbook armory....the ugly reality.
Mathew 6:19-21Lay not up for yourselves treasures on earth where rust or moths corrupts or where thieves break in and steal but lay up treasures in heaven where moth and rust does not corrupt and thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is there will your heart be also.
Without ResolutionDrink;one sip dissolves the pain.I close my eyes, I listen;but a million miles of silencelie in the air.I open my eyes, I see;but the room is as empty as my heart.Once, there were two glasses of champagne, two chairs;now there is nothing.Until I draw water from a rock,she will never be here;so instead I draw wine from a bottle.
Above All Fears[Through the Eyes of a Child]There is a monster right under my bed,Its eyes pierce my soul.There is a skeleton in my closet,I can't look inside.There is a demon sat at my window,Waiting to get me.There is a ghost in the heart of my soul,Haunting my nightmares.There is a man standing at my doorstep,No monster is worse.
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