1 Nephi 21: 14-16
“But, behold, Zion hath said: The Lord hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me—but he will show that he hath not. For can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee, O house of Israel. Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.” If Jesus can’t forget us by engraving us on the palms of his hands, how can engrave him on the palms of our hands? I want to change my life so that everything I do and say reminds me of him. You should too. Triple bad news
A fat idiot is glaring at me from across the room They don’t want to buy my shirts or anything else I missed the deadline for an important paper She decided I was takin’ too loooong I didn’t get the job because some hobo stole it I don’t snapchat because I’m too paranoid The middle is the very worst place to be The gay kid is attracted to meeee Triple bad news! Every day Nobody’s got a care in the world for me Triple bad news! Every day I got a heart but nobody seeees Wear your nice suit they say to me But it makes me feel like an abomination These clothes are worth three times that I am But the shallow compliments refuse to ceeeease I try so hard but the world won’t see I kinda wish I could roam the beach Pickin up cool stuff and piling it up Just me and the relentless waaaaves Triple bad news! Every day Nobody’s got a care in the world for me Triple bad news! Every day I got a heart but nobody seeees Why do I isolate myself like I do? I’m so freakin sick of bein’ rejected Why do I shun the advances of friends? Cuz it’ll all end up in a ball of flaaaames Triple bad news! Every day I’m comin’ to expect it today Triple bad news! Every day What the heck, I’ll get up anywaaay La taza amarilla y el estudiante de duende Dos hermanas, eran llama Elly y Jane, caminaron a un camino en un bosque. De repente, un deunde vino. Dijo, “Necesito una taza amarilla o te comeré!” “¡Ai ai ai!” Dijeron las hermanas. “¿Que haremos?” “¡Vas, busquen a una taza amarilla!” dijo el duende. Las hermanas fueron a buscar una taza amarilla. “Deberíamos pedir al Rey una taza amarilla,” dijo Elly. Lick Read More!
The Ballad of Jeffrey Hughes
Nobody sits on a bench in the park And his name is Jeffrey Hughes His family has forgotten him And his friends have all abandoned him. In a bag right beside him, he’s got his umbrella And a flask of stolen scotch A roll of film from his mother’s old camera And a story with untold potential. A pigeon lands on the bench to his left And shivers in the February wind “Let’s share a last meal, old friend, As we sit and wait for the end.” “Mama, I’m comin to see you,” he says, And he feeds the pigeon some crumbs, While tears push at his eyes, So he coughs and smothers the tide. “Don’t let the Demons take control!” His mother yelled from her room. “Don’t you ever let me see you cry!” She shouted, banging on the wall. “Is there anything I haven’t tried?” he cried. “To avoid pain, I’ve served my fellow man, Relieved sadness by attending the show, And drowned my worries in the bottle.” Jeffrey, lost in thought, stands up and walks away To his fright he notices the deep dark forest Surrounding him on every side. It’s a wonder light penetrates anything. An old man is on the path to the North, His skin scratched and torn. Jeffrey stoops to help him up And the man is gone in an instant. “That man was the Devil himself, you fool!” A voice booms from all directions. Jeffrey turns and runs as fast as he can. “And you just helped him escape!” Nobody sits on a bench in the park, And his name is Jeffrey Hughes. He’s got a lot to learn and a lot to tell Nobody knows what but the Devil himself. In a bag right beside him, he’s got his umbrella And a stolen flask of scotch A roll of film from his mother’s old camera And a story with untold potential. A pigeon lands on a stump to his left And shivers in the February wind. “Let’s share a last meal,” It says “As we sit and wait for the end.” In the darkness this night a shadow appears And reaches a hand towards Jeffrey. “In return for your treachery, You must pay with your life!” Relief floods home in the boy As he thinks he is meeting his death. The shadowy figure senses the change. “And perhaps with something you value more?” “How about the roll of film in your bag? The one from your mother’s old camera.” Despair tries to siege Jeffrey’s heart But he battles it down with a valiant effort. “Who are you?” Jeffrey whispers, and falls to his knees. The mysterious man perceives his great pain. “I am the Forgotten Guru of Truth, And the one man left who can help you.” The roll of film rises from the bag As Jeffrey suppresses concern Images of a happy, peaceful family Project themselves across the sky. “Don’t you ever let me see you cry!” His mama shouted, banging on the wall As tears run down his upturned face And the Guru observes from afar. Mindful of the debt he still has to pay, The Guru approaches and outstretches a hand “There is beauty is sadness,” Jeffrey whispers through tears, And the Guru nods to confirm. “And beauty is a reflection of what is inside us,” The Guru replied and drew an ugly sword. He slayed Jeffrey Hughes, nobody, And melted like flesh into the night. Click the link^
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