God is a power, that humans cannot see. he is a power, that we cannot hear. but god is a power, that we can feel.
he is the power, that controls the universe. he is the power, which sets our every hour. he is the power, which commands life and death, and thus can give us our false breath.
We have given him names, traits and personality, But he is truly limitless, indescribable. And thus is just a source of power in reality. The power that gives us back, What we had given to others. And shows us the right path. But then it’s our choice to walk on it further.
God is no human, But dressed up as men or women, Even in the darkest place, God is the only hope which one has. This mighty power is present everywhere perhaps, Present as hope, success, or creation. Or even love, mercy and destruction.
He is just a power, A mighty power, But is given personality (by humans), But is a source of power in reality.
i am a FANGIRL!!!!! i am a young , wild and free girl who has just turned 13 and is not yet ready to enter the world of responsibilities and . my poem are not that gr8 but i still love to jot them down in my diary.
Down the drain, down the drain, follow the sand down the drain. His soul woven cloak awaits, scythe in hand, ferry leaving the docks. Crooked steps, cold and blackened breath, take me unto you. One leg in the grave, half
A misbelief breaks into rags. Still I dream of some gods on black pages piecing together the words of light. The rains come in the cage of tears, voicelessly. Striated muscles of splintered faith go to cramps birthing the avatar