prissi

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Psalm by prissi, literature

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Psalm

do You, oh Great One, hear our tears as we cry out in the night? or have the long years left Your ears deaf to our plight? 'cause it seems like these days God is gone, God is dead forgive us for the times we've worshipped other gods instead do You, oh Great One, hear our prayers see us sing out with our all? or are You standing back to see how fast and far we fall? for we all have sinned, our pride has built these walls God, forgive us for the times our faith is far too small we will wait for the Lord we will wait for the Lord do You, oh Great One, know what's wrong see how justice is denied? do You see how our children di

It Was Me by prissi, literature

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It Was Me

I once thought that I could be strong enough to stand on my own feet, walk this road alone I silently scorned the thought of You breaking in bridging the gap between what was and is I thought that I knew enough to begin if only I knew then what I know now could You ever stand the sight of me in the mire facedown, on my knees trying to find who to blame for all my transgressions the times when I thought I was right oh, but now I see oh, how self-righteously... it was me I once thought that my love could save the whole world change lives for the better, free others from pain in naivety I believed I could do it all broken and s

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so that I might not cause pain by prissi, literature

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so that I might not cause pain

She lies there, a violet amidst the violets, completely helpless, crumpled on the floor in a tangled heap of iridescent curls and pale green silk. I want to scream, but I cannot. I want to cry, but I cannot. I want to run to her and comfort her and hug her and tell her everything will be all right in the morning. I want to take her by the shoulders and shake her and wake her from this nightmare, but I cannot. I can only lie there in silence, waiting, trapped in a silent scream, unable to do anything, unable to stop her from herself. At long last, she stirs, whimpering softly, guided back to the world by the softly sweet scent of the violets