It's So Easy (NOT)

Its so easy,
To tell a lie,
And its so easy,
To run and hide.
But its not easy,
To be alive,
So dont be wasting,
None of my time.
Life's a test,
Mistakes are lessons,
But the gift of life,
Is knowing that you made a difference.
Pains a symphony,
And loves an enemy.
You never stop loving someone,
You just learn to live without them.

love is hard to get rid of
its like living and breathing
its needed
at all times

Love is patient
Love is kind
It dwells in the shadows
Between the lines
Those that find it
Already know
In its perfection
Its not on show...

even though love doesn't end
it takes wounds time to mend
for i may have not forgotten
but your heart has turned rotten
you never stop loving someone
no matter how painful it is
"you learn to live without them"

It's so easy to live in sin,
Just to let my demons win.
It's so easy to be an asshole,
But I remain in control.
It's so easy to argue,
Put that in my rearview.
It's so easy to fall for the psyops,
Better stand together because we all we got.

It's hard to live with hate,
Is this really my fate?
You better listen,
Because it's He who is risen.
You are forgiven,
So keep on living.
It's not easy,
Don't be greedy.
Be thankful.

So easy to believe in
love-not.

It’s so easy to give in and give up,
Not so easy to stay strong and keep our chins up,
It’s so easy to to do things with out thinking,
But we’re only hurting ourselves and honestly sinking,
Slipping beneath the raging waves,
Of destructive urges where nothing saves,
Only sharp objects to help us out,
To make us feel better for a moments doubt,
It’s so easy to fall to these things,
It’s not so easy to accept the help that our Lord brings,
It’s so easy to sin and give up,
Unless you sip from our Savior’s cup,
Drink His living water and you will never thirst again,
Be saved from the things that are buried within,
Be set free from the defeats of your past,
His forgiveness is the only thing that truly lasts,
Everything else will die away,
But you will live forever in another way,
Our bodies will die and we will be buried in the ground,
But our souls will be saved and we will truly be found,
Live forever in Gods heavenly kingdom free from the fallen one,
Living in the light of Jesus, Gods only Son

Break the chains and be free
Hate is captivity
Holding you hostage
Destroying your soul
Turning you into just another hateful drone
The world has enough of them already
Don't get upset over stuff so petty
Breaks the chains
Set yourself free
Truly be

Life is like a game,
but easy mode is locked,
choices made; do make the pain,
where respite seems so blocked,
thus, life is like a trial,
proud judges take their seats,
to make the split so vile,
that bloody up the streets,
hence, life is like a bout,
activity's understood,
reflecting man; will get knocked out,
in brawling neighbourhood,
means, life is like a vice,
that humans do repeat,
not brave enough, to be the nice
as change we love to beat!

Life is like a computer
first time its hard but does it get easier
NO
Its so easy(NOT)
yeah keep telling urself that
life is like a carousel it keeps going round and round
Does it stop u wish
Its so easy(NOT)

I mean, it's even most easy these days to talk to cops. You speak to them the most crisp Shakespearian—as if you are a Crosby of law- you know what happens next.
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On my morning walk I would often see Mr Effigy, sitting on the verandah.
He would just be staring into space, enjoying the morning Sun.
He just sat there on an old cane chair.
Sometimes I would wave but he never waved back.
Some said he had dementia or brain damage.
At other times I would see his wife Margaret pouring him a drink.
It looked like Whiskey and milk.
He was dressed very well with a black bow tie and a white shirt.
He had a grey cardigan on and grey matching trousers.
It was obvious that Margaret went to a lot of trouble,
to make him look presentable.
It wasn’t clear if he cared much about it or not.
Every morning Mrs Effigy would guide him to his chair and leave.
She only appeared at meal times and to take him in at night.
On day in late Spring I was walking past the house as usual.
Mr Effigy wasn’t there. All I could see was Margaret with a huge fire.
She was burning his clothes and his books and it looked like
she was burning his bed and his favourite chair.
For the first time ever she turned and smiled at me.
She waved and went back to the fire.
She looked like a person bringing forth life through fire.
She was in fact finally able to have a life of her own.
She called me over and started to cry.
“Do you know I’m happy he’s gone. If that makes me a terrible person
than so be it. I worked hard for the last twenty years making him comfortable,
I cleaned him and feed him and now I feel free.
I’m sorry but for me Love is just plain hard work.”

The greatest among you shall be your servant.

its so easy to show love until your full of hate
you know youll never be enough you know it is to late
to show them how you realy are to show them you can change
they would rather laugh and point at you and say you are deranged
so that you will just run away and go back to your cage