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Transylvania National AnthemYeah, I have a friend with vampire fangs.
Everything the he says is really just strange.
You might even say that he's sort of deranged,
But I have a friend with vampire fangs.
He makes a scene, wherever he goes.
His laugh infectious; His brown eyes glow.
It's one thing for sure, a thing they don't know...
His peculiar incisors, 'cause they aren't for show.
Yeah, I have a friend, with vampire fangs.
Everything that he says is really just strange.
You might even say that he's slightly deranged,
But I have a friend with vampire fangs.
One late night, I was home all alone...
Then a knock on my door followed by a voice I had known...
My good, strange friend is who it turned out to be.
Though, he wasn't the same; His eyes were set and hungry.
He slinked up to me and whispered "Just stand still..."
At that moment, I then knew he was out for the kill...
Now he has a friend with vampire fangs.
They'll look at each other, their smiles kinda' strange.
She's always with him; Never out of ra
Zoe's Bible Journal: ONE A relationship with the Lord can be a difficult thing to define. Could one have a relationship with God without writing, say, a Bible journal? Can a relationship be measured in the pages of a notebook, or in hours of prayer, or in days of fasting? Could someone truly have a strong relationship with God if they relied on a prayer in the morning and one at night?
In the New Testament, Jesus tells us of the importance of innonence and humility. In a way, we should be like children. Jesus says:"Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." Young children usually come before Jesus in simple prayer. For example, maybe they say a simple prayer with their parents before going to bed. Maybe they say a small prayer before each meal... Either way, Jesus still delights in their prayers. These children may not pray for hours at a time, and they may be too young to fa
Happy Birthday to My DoorbellI know that this is way past due,
But I wanna say "happy birthday" to you.
You've made it through a whole 'nother year...
It has been fun to watch you grow as a person,
But,let's face it, we've both got quite a bit more learnin'...
We haven't a clue...
No matter how long it takes,
I know that it'll be cool.
And,though we've made a few mistakes,
Like never swimming in our pool,
Let's just enjoy this day,(and our mother's cakes),
Because,soon, summer will be over,and it'll be time to go back to school.
Spitting Out InsultsIt's sad to see how much you hate me.
Why don't you make a speech or run for office?
Arrogance leaves a bitter aftertaste on my tongue as hypocrisy drips off from my words...
It's sad to see how much you hate me...
I'm sorry for wasting your time, because I sure as hell won't be wasting mine.
As you toss and turn in your sleep, I just keep on writing my songs...
The fans have always loved us more than the haters could ever wish to loathe.
Train Ride Through InnocenceI won't be a kid forever,
So I'll write these words down now
To remind myself later of who I used to be.
What the future has in store is way beyond me.
So I'll jot these words down into my notebook, and I'll skim over them later.
I'll board this night-time train and watch out my window as the pitch black sky rolls by...Little crystal stars dot this back-drop...(I'll miss them) But when I awake at dawn, morning colors are there to greet me.(I remind myself to breathe.)
Soft hues and baby blues...fiery orange and brilliant gold...
When I wake up, I almost forget to breathe...
My soul will never grow old.
I take this night-time train down to the soul of Concord...the heart of Chicago...then through the concrete veins of my hometown...
I'm a citizen of the world, with a promise that will not soon be forgotten.
Saving Souls by Way of Scandal As humans, we all are familiar with the many ways one can "go over-board" or "over the top." Praising the good works of others, chastisement, self-indulgence, and maybe even self-pity....
But what about saving souls? What about getting your point across for the sake of your beliefs? Or...religion? Is there a limit? Should there be a limit? Is it right to even question it at all?
All of these frequently asked questions raced through my head during my homeroom class. That day we were presenting our "bills" (or laws, I guess you could say) to our teacher. As "delegates" each of us could ask questions or suggest our point of view to each of our classmates' "proposals." It was during this when my teacher, obviously fired up from the debate that was going on, spoke about how we, as Christians, should stand up for what we believe in. When I asked him, or more or less challenged him, on how we
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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