Submissions by illverbz

Just like the morning    
We all will meet her    
In joy or in mourning    
Her beauty is never seen    
yet her presence hurts like a scorpion    
She is flawless    
And her movement is shadow less    
This she we will be with someday    
Nobody owes her    
Because her debt we all must pay    
She doesn't hide her affairs    
Everybody knows where she has been    
Her presence is felt in the atmosphere    
We all will kiss her someday    
Anywhere, may be on the way    
But sad enough nobody gets to say how she feels    ...

Old celebration but new revelation
Let the mass out an X to the routine
The birth should born christ in the heart of the mass
Christ, heart of King, body of a baby, mission of a slave and accomplishment of a conqueror
A good news with great joy that last forever
Peace to the mass as cus christ is the prince
Christ for the mass the hope of glory
Wise and great men feared the cry of this baby
A virgin birth of a blessed lady
Through all harsh weather, thus baby remained
Facts and people try to put an X to the truth
Christ survived even through the...

Once upon a lifetime

Heart cries
Face smiles
Lip lies
Fake lives
Skeletal archives
Sin_full filed
Time flies
Careless dives
Obvious hives
heart dyes

The came walking down the aisle

True redemption
Short conversation
One confession
Full salvation
No condemnation
Fresh nation
Open occasion
Life celebration
Death's abortion
New creation.

Now that's a journey. Some people start from the beginning to the end and for others it's vise versa.
How does yours fits?

If I should ever make you cry
It should come with a smile
If I should ever make you sleep late
It should be by my side
If I should ever make you think
It should be of our moments
If I should ever make you wish
It should be an us that last for ever
If I should ever make you scream
It should because we're having mad fun
And if I should ever be happy
It should be because I didn't make you do the otherwise.

Standing in front of the mirror
All I see is terror
In the midst of surplus
All I have is non
The untold story of the gods
I've been lost

Staring through my window
My foresight is shallow
Living in the deeps
I fear for my next step
An uncertain ending
Past bills still pending

this is my story
Story of a god
I've been misplaced
Have been in a place of mist
Blurry visions
And my lamb's running out of oil

Out of the tragic tale
I saw myself coming for my bail
A servant serving my throne
Only the...