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Questions of Life
dedicated to all the mysteries in life
Does it really get better
after it gets worse?
Or can you forget it
so it wont hurt?
Even if its nagging
in the back of your mind?
Can you forget it
and put it behind?
What really happens
to give us bad luck?
Why do we rebel
and consantly buck?
What if i let it
go to my head?
Will it eventually
put me to my death bed?
When we get depressed
what do you say?
To people that see you
every day?
How will we cope now
that everyones gone?
Will we just leave it
and anything pawn?
Does it seem to hurt worse
when others are around?
Does it really get better
after it gets worse? <3
dedicated to all the mysteries in life
Does it really get better
after it gets worse?
Or can you forget it
so it wont hurt?
Even if its nagging
in the back of your mind?
Can you forget it
and put it behind?
What really happens
to give us bad luck?
Why do we rebel
and consantly buck?
What if i let it
go to my head?
Will it eventually
put me to my death bed?
When we get depressed
what do you say?
To people that see you
every day?
How will we cope now
that everyones gone?
Will we just leave it
and anything pawn?
Does it seem to hurt worse
when others are around?
Does it really get better
after it gets worse? <3
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Wicca
Merry meet and merry part,
love and peace flow from the heart.
We ask the Goddess for our health,
for our wisdom and our wealth.
We are for the greater good,
but are often misunderstood.
So as we call the Goddess here,
whisper your problems in my ear.
Three times three it comes back me,
so thank the Goddess. Mote It Be.
ߣʧ§ÊÐ ßÊ †
Literature
Wicca
We are Wicca,
We are not evil.
We are hunted and burned by the church,
Because we are different,
Not in appearance,
But in our beliefs.
Our ways are different,
Our minds are too,
And because we dont follow one god blindly,
We are burnt alive,
Burnt for something we didnt do.
They called us heretics,
Witches and whores.
Burnt at the stake for no faith in their lord.
They call us evil when they burn us alive.
They drown our children to see if they were right,
If our children sink,
Then they were good,
But if they were to rise,
To death is where they go.
The church is our enemy,
From no fault of our own.
They ha
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The Real Wicca
the Real Wicca
We don't fly on broomsticks
We don't raise the dead
The bad things you think of wicca
Are really in your head.
We don't believe in hell
And satan and all that junk
We don't dress all goth
We don't all dress punk.
we DO believe in God
but also in a Goddess
they are both considered equal
and at least we are not godless.
please don't try to change our minds
because it will not work
we won't try to make YOU change
consider that a perk
This is the path we have chosen
You can choose your own
But don't pull us onto yours
We're standing like a stone.
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this is a poem i made when i was going through my break up with travis darden which took alot outta me it is a good honest poem tho
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