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Change is the watchword of progression.You should be able to undertake and complete anything you desire.It is better to ask some questions than to know all the answersProfessionalism is knowing how to do it, when to do it, and doing it.Time heals all wounds. Keep your chin up.You will take a chance in the near future, and win.Be prepared to accept a wondrous opportunity in the days ahead.Buy things because you need them, not because they are on sale.Take that chance you've been considering.You will do better in real estate than in stocks.Consume less. Share more. Enjoy life.Lies and sorrow may float through the air, but truth and happiness li

We seek what we desire, We desire what we believe we need, The greed of humans is a fickle thing, It is both necessary and unnecessary Without greed, we cannot sustain ourselves, But because of our desire, We isolate ourselves, We want more and more, Until there is nothing else, We still crave for more, In the end, we will destroy ourselves, Unless we learn to limit our insatiable greed.

We are Gods, The master of fates, With our hands, We build universes, With our laws, We make the blocks of life. We are Creators, We give life to our creations, With their souls in our hands, We guide them, Toward their predestined paths, With us at the helm, We dictate their actions, We mold them, To meet our expectations. We are devils, We create chaos and strife, We inflict pain and suffering, Our creations are forced to endure, Endure war, Endure death, Even endure the end of days, Why do are worlds suffer? The answer is simple, We do it for fun, With despair and chaos, We crave for entertainment, And we will crave, More destruction, M

I fear you, You are a monster. I loath you, You are blind to life. I appall you, You have no mercy. I acknowledge you, You are real. I see you, You are not what you appear. I pity you, You act like a wailing child. But despite what you done, Do I have what it takes, To forgive you?

Do you know my name? It is riddle with fame. I am simple and complex, Yet sturdy and flex. I am a name, That can be found across a lane. I am etched into bloodied walls, Destined to make them fall. My name carries meaning to those with life, But can be easily lost to a dangled knife. Those who die, Shall at least fly. Upon my name, Meaning is given no blame. I am everywhere, Yet also nowhere. I am no human, Yet also human. I am a paradox, Chasing the fox. My name is always different, Yet in meaning indifferent. I'm what man seek, Yet can only peek. My name is what men desire, That which burns in soul's fire. Achieved by guns, Prayed by

In the finest of hours, In the darkest of times, It is in those moments, That human nature emerges, We either become heroes or cowards. In those hours, Our instincts kick in, Forcing ourselves to ask, Should we run from the monsters, Or face the oncoming nightmare? Do we embrace bravery or fear? Will we have the courage, Or have the fear, Either way we discover our true selves. Upon the finest hours, We are forced to look, Deep into the black abyss, That abyss which is called death, It is in those hours, When we look into the abyss, We are forced to make three choices, Runaway, freeze in fear, or face the the abyss. Do we run away, In t

The sky grows dark-grey, Thunder breaks the silent darkness, It roars with a boom, The thunder pounds in the air, As if the air rumbles, An earthquake in the sky, When lightning shines for a second or more, Thunder grumbles longer, It is like giants fighting.