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 Matimtiman Maraming relihiyon sa lupa at hangin kung sa nag-iisang buhay ay naging palaisipan sa atin... [read more] |
 (in memory of Thomas Walker Lemay, end of watch 4-19-2026) The badge he bravely wore was a sign of the cour... [read more] |
 it's come down to this very moment (some people may like to call her now, or text her) it's not now, nor never, this wish like a flow... [read more] |
 IF YOU CAN BE ADEPT AT LEARNING TO ADAPT YOU'LL NEVER FEEL ENTRAPPED BY HABITS THAT ARE KEPT [read more] |
 The pounding in my head won't go away And nothing can alleviate the pain I want to close my eyes and just decay This pollution is spr... [read more] |
 Verse 1In their madnessThe madmen Define what mad isAs victim by victimSociety falls to themWhile their insanity spreadsFucking us all upIn... [read more] |
 Here I am standing outside of the courthouse Waiting for my attorney to show Without my attorney I don't stand a chance Ma... [read more] |
 Rewrite of the classic hymn-I Saw The Light For far too long Our nation has wandered Too many filled with sin So why not let a dear s... [read more] |
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Become your own meaningTo your own life Give definitionAnd do whatOnly you can do with itA world fullOf madnessAnd conformitySociety, the he... [read more] |
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I am grateful for understanding three important principles that have allowed me to keep a sense of what is important, wha... [read more] |
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May we be blessed whatever whatever label we employ… to answer this simple question… What do you plan to do with your life That... [read more] |
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Anyone who has ever seen baby being born, has lost a loved one, a child, father, mother partner, husband or a wife… knows how amazing... [read more] |
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Grateful to my core, I humbly search for the words to phrase my heartfelt praise of Your Holy Name.... [read more] |
 "threads continues on" The room carries a few movements at the same time, none asking to be first. A single remark ends... [read more] |
 Nothing holds meaning, not fixed, not confined, Till shaped by the hands of your own quiet mind. The world is but canvas, uncoloured, undone... [read more] |