Collection of Rhymes

[zacubus]

A purpose was there, when each was sent,
for without reason, is there no event.
But few become, what they were to be,
so never complete their destiny.
And the ones whos part, has been fulfilled,
are mocked, and scorned, and even killed.
Corrupted has become, the master design,
for even hearts and minds, nolonger align.
So now the world is full, of many a void,
indeed the perfect plan, have we destroyed.
And without remorse, do we carry on,
resting not, till all hope is gone.
And though the earth, could be repaired,
another place, has been prepared.
Those that completed their task, shall he recall,
but what does remain, shall he scrap it all.

 

[zacubus]

Since you began, your soul I've stalked,
and with you always, have I walked.
In your heart, and mind, I am everywhere,
and you shall be mine, do I declare.
But only his love, keeps you out of reach,
so hoping am I, his mercy you breach.
Many corrupting things, I've gotten you to try,
so that sooner than later, you would die.
The gambling, the smoking, and the drinking,
and all the fithy thoughts, you've been thinking.
Along with your conceit, and pride you flaunt,
for I know not always, will he endure your taunt.
But the patience he has, does really astound,
and why he still loves you, truly does confound.
For he still holds his wrath, and gives more time,
even though wicked and abominable, is the crime.
But very determined I am, to get hold,
because then shall my terror, you behold.
Then before me always, will your knees bow,
and oh how I wish, that time were now.
But for now your unrigteousness, does amuse,
so stay the course, and his kindness abuse.

 

[zacubus]

Your committment does he test,
so ensure you always do your best.
For he shall fulfill, every promise he gave,
even forsaking the souls, that misbehave.
Therefore wise are they, that have turned,
but woe to the ones, that have not learned.
Because no excuse, will your ignorance be,
for you alone, chose not to see.
His word for ages, has been told aloud,
not in secret, but to the crowd.
And paid attention, have you not,
so what chance, do you think you've got.
For truth is not, what you invent it to be,
but every single word, He has spoken to thee.
So shape up, and use your ears,
for indeed, His promise nears.

 

[zacubus]

Rules were set, but you would not comply,
and for that reason, shall you surely die.
Released you are, unto deaths embrace,
because for you, has expired all grace.
Nolonger are you permitted, another day,
and nothing is there, you could do or say.
For time you had, which you did abuse,
even though told and written, was the news.
That not one promise, shall ever be broken,
and all shall be fulfilled, which was spoken.
But so foolishly, did my word you doubt,
now too little too late, your time has run out.
So never shalt my love, be felt again,
truly, have you exchanged, joy for pain.
For as sure as there's a hell, life was no game,
but much you played, and it is such a shame.
For the moment has arrived, that pains my heart,
because now is the time, shall our souls part.

 

[zacubus]

Your life really was never fully your own,
and indeed was it granted, to you on loan.
Given in love, to see what you could do,
and how you'd handle, what it brought you.
For a time would come, when I'd recall,
so to grade, and judge it all.
Told to treat it well, and not to abuse,
or oneday premantently, you would lose.
Now to this point, have your actions brought,
and all you could be, I am sure you're not.
For I know not, the individual you portrayed,
because it is not the person, that I made.
Living as a stranger before my eyes,
and even believing, your own lies.
For you are not, who you think you are,
and how you became this way, is so bizarre.
Truly shameful is the life, you displayed,
and you shall not receive, a passing grade.
Such high hopes, you'd make me proud,
and not allow evil, your judgement cloud.
But your days have now past, under the sun,
there is time nomore, with you I'm done.

 

[zacubus]

Our every ounce of being will stand trial,
to determine whether it be clean or vile.
So from the filth of the earth, it's best refrain,
for unacceptable, will be even the slightest stain.
Because no excuse is there, to be unclean,
for cleansed with his blood you should have been.
Which was shed for all, to forgive every mistake,
so that when the time came, He would not forsake.
But rather be giving, an everlasting embrace,
but woe to the ones whos sins, he did not erase.
For indeed will each be brought, before his throne,
where no lawyers are allowed, it's just you alone.
And no deals or offers shall there be made,
and all the crying and pleading, will not presuade.
For truly all the guilty, shall he convict,
and the harshest of punishments, he will inflict.

 

[zacubus]

Amongst the crowd is he always present,
spreading rumours, and causing dissent.
But truly it best, to not fall for the lies,
or you'll really be in, for a big surprise.
For with cruel intention, does he constantly call,
knowing all the foolish, shall his words enthral.
But truly misleading, is all he does speak,
hoping to misguide, the confused and weak
For upon the flock, is his constant gaze,
ever ready to pounce, upon everyone that strays.
Having a hunger, that quenched it can't be,
so any will do, no preference has he.
The ultimate villain, who has no rival,
and in his grip, there's no chance of survival
For with such malice, does he live for the kill,
knowing the fear in their eyes, is the ultimate thrill.
To cause but terror, is what he's about,
yet still unsatisfied, as he puts your light out.

 

[zacubus]

Does anyone, their sympathies convey,
for the hurt and pain, he must feel each day.
And how he feels, does anybody care,
for growing always, must be despair.
Filling with sadness, for another lost one,
maybe even thinking, more he could have done.
But he must struggle, to keep the tears at bay,
for the many loved ones, now gone away.
Because if it were me, I know I'd break,
losing someone each day, I couldn't take.
Somebody he so loved, since their birth,
but nolonger present, upon the earth.
Truly longsuffering, must he be,
are there any, trying to comfort he.

 

[zacubus]

Indeed do so many, themselves exalt,
therefore is the fall, entirely their fault.
For truly can the Lord, abase anyone,
and make their whole world, come undone.
For He is God, that commandeth all things,
and can surely make beggars, out of kings.
So it's foolish to think, you don't need His hand,
for without the Lord, can no man stand.
Because with God only, is strength found,
therefore a reason, to why He's crowned.
It really is a killer, the thing called pride,
and indeed have many, because of it died.
So to boast and brag, is very childish indeed,
and it shall bring attention, that you don't need.
For there is always another, much more great,
so it's wise to be careful, with the words you state.
Because to think of oneself, with such conceit,
can be very hazardous, for it's but deceit.
For truly does He giveth, and taketh away,
and can make one unable, to keep the tears at bay.
So it is best to be humble, and not walk to proud,
or an example may be set, before the crowd.
And how the mighty have fallen, will all see,
so let not your lips, but another praise thee.

 

[zacubus]

The Holy Bible, read you should,
for it was written, for our own good.
Designed to help, and guide the way,
so to avoid trouble, and not go astray.
For withen its pages, can the truth one find,
able to finally free, and expand the mind.
And the pleasures received, could no drug give,
for it truly gives one, a reason too live.
And by the brillance of it, should one be awed,
for indeed are its words, of the mind of God.
Though what he spoke, shouldn't have been forgot,
written down were they, too help the distraught.
For truly but single scriptures, do inspire so much,
and the stories it tells, indeed the heart touch.
So if the time can be found, it would be worth a look,
for there is surely a reason, it's called The Good Book.

 

[zacubus]

Really seems as if life, is a constant struggle,
and everyday is added, a new problem to juggle.
Just sailing through it all, in an endless typhoon,
seeming all time spent, is just howling at the moon.
And I am no beggar, and do want to earn my keep,
but it really does seem, that the cost is too steep
And I know whiners, are not liked by anyone,
but come on already, or has life run out of fun.
It is said in the challenge, does the prize remain,
but attempting to reach, is an absolute strain.
And although told in hard work, a reward will be,
if it is just a little rest, that would indeed suit me.
For I do not want fortune, and I don't need fame,
and surely don't want the world, to know my name.
I really am content, to be this drop in this sea,
but I feel a prisoner, and I cannot break free.

 

[zacubus]

In every single lie, that you get busted,
shall joy be lost, for becoming mistrusted.
For when you're caught, in the midst of lies,
shall you be watched, with suspicious eyes.
Because for dishonesty, will trust it cost,
and a sense of faith, in you will be lost.
So it is wise, that your tongue you control,
for a wicked one truly, does stain the soul.
Because regret appears, when you're caught,
for against yourself, shame you've brought.
Because there is no lie, that is not a sin,
and once it's told, against truth does a battle begin.
And so determined is truth, to repair the wrong,
for never in its midst, do lies belong.
Because lies really only do disrupt,
for the big picture, becomes corrupt.
So best it is, to keep your words real,
or troubles you'll face, trying to conceal.
And honesty indeed, is the best policy,
for the truth really will, keep you free.