"If Only They Knew"Shadows cast no light upon the dark Walking alone emptiness filled her heart."If Only They Knew"
It was as if she was asking for the deed to be done The red of her dress gleamed in the dark moon light sun.
A rope around her neck for the assurance That he might just blame her for the horrible justice.
Grains of cement ground into her pores She had to be gone by now he was sure.
Taking her dress off as he smiled Licking his lips as he smelled the beautiful fragrance.
Her mouth opened wanting to scream As he entered her killing the innocence that was once gleamed.
"Crusifixion"They sat somberly, the air sticking to their dusty bodies. The room in which they occupied was as rough as they were; the table was a smooth stone, white in color, and it reflected the candle light ever so slightly. The thirteen sat with their eyes wandering, they never made eye contact, and they were all hiding something. Judas looked at Jesus’s hardened eyes, his face told such a harsh story. “Hello my brothers,” Jesus said in a soft yet heavy voice, “how are you on this last day of Passover?”"Crusifixion"
No response came except that of breathing, soft slow breathing. A minute passed and Jesus asks agai
"Devision Tiger"“Blue-ef-oh-five lead do you copy?” Captain Isaac Mofonovich asked in his heavy Russian accent over the soft whine of the helicopter as it made its final approach. “Red-es-eye-six lead this is blue-ef-oh-five lead. ETA to dry mouth two minutes,” Captain Ron O’Connor said in his perfect, though Irish accented, English. The two helicopters started to slow down as they came within fifty meters of the drop point. As they slowed to a hover the two captains stood up gave the signal for their 4 men teams to perform a fast repels down the side of the helicopter onto their respective drop-points. Blue-ef-oh-five would dr"Devision Tiger"
"Criminal"“Murder! Murder!” they say as I run Lord, the blood, the axe, the deed it’s done"Criminal"
“Help! Help!” she screams as I stop It appears to be her Pop
“My Hands! My hands!” he screams as I look I took them in as they shook
“My head! My head!” he yells as I touch He’s going to die it’s been too much, too much
“Death! Death!” I whisper as I conform For once reality takes it’s true form
“Why? Why?” she asks as I leave I look forward choosing not to believe
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A photograph is usually looked at - seldom looked into.
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