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Let me tell you a story about this election.In the beginning, Man created God.
From that point on, Man used God to defend Man's opinions.
Whenever Man made a claim, Man said God agreed.
But if another made a claim that Man did not like, God did not like it either.
And soon it came to pass that the other became the hated heretic, and all of Man's opinions were considered the epitome of godliness and morality.
And Man saw that it was good.
And then it came to pass that Man, disillusioned by his own pride in his creation, forgot that it was he who had created God in the first place.
And God told Man that it was His Will that only the righteous shall inherit the earth.
And God told Man that it was His Will that women honor and respect their husbands and masters.
And God told Man how to keep slaves, and to murder those whom God grew displeased with.
And God told Man to kill homosexuals, witches, unruly children, those who do not listen to priests, fortunetellers, adulterers, fornicators, followers of other religions, non
It Gets Better (My Story)Hello, my name is Cas, and this is my story.
Growing up, I never heard or knew much of the LGBT community. I was a church-going girl, a strong Christian, and I was blindly taught by my family how things were and how to live life. I remember once asking a member of my family why two men or two women could not marry one another, and the answer that I was told was 'because gay people cannot stay in long-term relationships, and if they could get married then they would all just be getting divorced all the time'. At the time it did not sound right to me, but I did not question.
In the third grade, my parents had a horrible divorce. My father was sick of the stress that my mother's constant illnesses caused, and he was tired of dealing with her mood-swings which had lead to her attempting suicide three times while I was a child. I was taken from my home in the country and moved to a somewhat larger city with my mother and grandparents. During this time, my father got back into theater. He wo
How deviantART Changed My LifeI've been on dA for eight months, and during that time, my life as I know it changed; nothing is the same.
How deviantART Changed My Life
I honestly did not think deviantART would effect my life.
When I joined deviantART, I had no intentions of using it any more than I would be using my email account. I only joined because my 14 year old brother, who is a regular user of the site, kept telling me to sign up and upload my art for others to see. And so I did. I joined on March 2012, creating my first deviantART account called "pinkblueBiblioFREAK". I emphasized "freak" because that's what I felt like, basically because of my gender identity which failed to match my body and appearance. I looked nothing like a female, yet identified as one. Being on that site and talking to people, I started making friends. Making friends always came naturally to me; the reason I stopped doing it in real life was because no one accepted who I
Me and My True MaskI stay inside myself, only letting a mask of the true me out.
Only I'm allowed to see the real me, since anyone else would break it.
The mask I put out is the one everyone wants to see,
The one the world accepts.
They don't want the real me,
the one that looks battered and bruised from before.
No, they want the prestige image that's from everyone's dreams,
not the reality.
My mask is my only friend, though my mask has plenty of friends.
I will forever be with my mask, and my mask only,
Since my mask is the only one that accepts the true me.
But once I met someone, they didn't like my mask.
We asked them why and they said they could see past it,
and thought the mask I put up was worse.
That day I didn't understand, but that person wanted to take away my mask,
To let out the true me and speak with them face to face.
I ran, for my mask was too soft to this person, too transparent,
and that scared me.
My mask was my only friend, and it shall stay as my only friend,
While the world sees the
They Found Me In My Dressing GownThey found me in my dressing gown
About half a mile down the lane
Local youths are laughing at me
But yet still I feel no shame
Their stares are bouncing off me
Their words barely penetrate my ears
The cold weather, not my emotions
Is the reason for my tears
They found me in my dressing gown
I left my slippers by the front door
My bare feet have been torn to shreds
From broken bottles of the night before
New years eve celebrations
Chance for you all to begin again
I urge you to spend your time wisely
Love your family, love your friends
They found me in my dressing gown
A man in a white suit led me away
Asked me if I knew my address
Asked me if I knew my name
I did but I refused to tell him
I was a father, a husband, a son
But now I am nothing to no one
Now everyone has left me and gone
They found me in my dressing gown
Traced my footprints back to my front door
No signs of foul play were evident
Conspicuous was my homes candour
Everything was in its right place
Family photos on the man
DestructionAmazing that we live in a world where we can make a girl fear being herself... where we can make her feel that every single one of her actions is scrutinized. A world where she will monitor everything she does in public and hide her true feelings from everyone, because she fears she will be called weak. And she will do her best to hide her body, because she's afraid of what she is. Where every time she is called a girl or woman she cringes, because she feels she's being looked down upon, for something she had no choice over.
A world where she thinks she has to guard herself and fight against everyone, even her lover, because they will only look at her and see her faults and weaknesses. And it's been etched into her brain that no one will ever love her enough to see through the walls and see that she is beautiful. That no one will ever hold her, because of what she is...
But that's just not true, although she may never know that, because everyone else is just as afraid as her. It's a pl
The Lord Is A Vengeful LordThere was a young man,
he did not know what he felt.
He had been told it was wrong,
he had been told it was wrong.
He felt really weird, really strange
around the wrong friends, wrong men.
It's always a sin,
it's always a sin.
He tried to cleanse in the Eyes,
he tore at himself to prove himself.
Bleed out the bad,
bleed out the bad.
But that wasn't his savior.
He was still impure.
The blood is still flowing,
the blood is still flowing.
But then his savior he found,
found his dark, brutal god.
He worshiped the rope,
he worshiped the rope.
He made love to his god,
and now nothing's left.
Jesus loves you,
Jesus loves you.
But he'll be turned down at The Gate.
Sin does not erase sin,
and the Lord is a vengeful Lord,
and the Lord is a vengeful Lord.
She falls for beastsRuthless winds and raging seas
A link so poles apart from ease
So darkly distinctive
As glitter from dirt
To sorrowfully know, addictive....
Hacked pleasures do hurt
This bond between man and monster
So firm, so unbreakable...shakes a mad red heart
Yet so forbidden, cries pushed away as an imposter
Our tie we hold till our knuckles bleed pulled apart
Destructive beliefs and demolishing dreams
How long will my people hold my love chained to their ugly screams
But I'll never rise because I've fallen forever
So intense, so deeply...
In a hopeless feeling of adore and pain we share together
Summon giants and bulldozers to fail to pick me up cheaply
Not being much soul of an unpleasant preacher
Yet he is a creature
And to bear my dear lush of torture
Yes, he's my creature
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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