On a tall building roof, I sit and watch.
Watching all the tiny people go on,
Whilst I sit and stay, growing angry.
My mind tells itself that the world,
Is only big enough for the true,
The good-hearted, the righteous.

I sit and continue watching,
The rage inside me building, growing,
To an almost unbearable level,
When I say to myself out loud,
"Give me the means, equipment,
And the time and cleansing,
To do the deed, to rid the world,
Of great and disastrous hate.

You touch your hand to my shoulder,
You touch your soul to my heart,
The rage inside me recedes, backs down,
Leaving space for my sadness,
Knowing my rage and anger,
Is the very problem I desire to right.

The hate in the world,
The rage inside everyone,
The sins of mankind,
Will be forgiven again by the Lord,
And the righteous and true,
Will begin the world anew.

Those who continue to hate,
And live the darkened life,
Shall be justly disposed of.
Now, I trust in the Lord,
Knowing I need not condemn myself,
I need not do anyting, nothing more,
But to allow the rest of mankind,
To condemn themselves.

Before love, before you,
I was angry, filled with rage.
You touched my heart in a way,
Like no other has ever done before,
And the darkness fled from me,
Retreating to whence it came.

Now I hold true the spirit of Life,
The sanctity of love, and mostly,
The good that still lives.
Now I feel happy, content,
To let the Lord care for the world,
And I shall care for you.

To love you, and to be loved by you,
Has calmed my rage, soothed the wound,
Deeply ingrained in my heart.
My heart is now enthralled,
Not with rage, or hate,
But with love, For You.
Unknown "Atlas" Crazy - 16 years, 9 months, 3 days ago

In a world of good and bad,
The contrast between light and dark,
Has become concealed from concious thought,
Beyond the normal level of comprehension.

As one man, I can not fake it,
Can not even begin to say I know,
For in truth, i Know very little of what is.
Within this lacking, lies a great hope.

With an idea of what is now,
What has been years past,
What is possible to be tomorrow,
A belief is formed, To Be.

To know what is right,
To understand the wrong,
One person can mold the start,
Of a joyous, prospersous life.

To keep the joy alive,
One must continue to choose the right,
And acknowledge the wrong,
And forever more, keep the idea close.

In my heart, this idea, this hope,
Is kept alive by love, passion,
The happiness it can bring to me.
To you, my love is true and good.
Unknown "Atlas" Crazy - 16 years, 9 months, 3 days ago

There's a day to come by,
When the dove's will fly high,
Soar the the light blue sky,
Encouraging this love to never die,
And never will it go.

There's a day to come soon,
When this love will be clear and true,
Showing them you can't finish last,
In a day that's now past.

A new day is now here,
A day with which comes no fear,
For they now know love is here to stay,
No matter what either may say.

Some belive in love at first sight,
But I believe in God tonight,
For it was Him who showed me the way,
To the love that's here to stay.
Unknown "Atlas" Crazy - 16 years, 9 months, 3 days ago