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They toward the graveyard. Silent, solemn. I watch them from a distance,   wondering "how many false tears and sweet nothings will be said about me?" I hear their words, empty promises of comfort and praise.    And I see you listening like a child to a story. Buying every sweet lie they tell, Slipping further into your own grave.      .............Can the strong really fall so far? Then the hammer falls. ........I see him, walking towards you with an air of false comfort..... and evil intent. I watch, in horror, as he holds you, comforts you,  kisses you forehead and tells you things will be alright. I watch as his veno

"Be-attitudes" Be kindness, for if You shine even a candle In the dark it is enough For others to find their light. Be courage, for if One person can stand against An angry mob, then neighbors Can talk neighbors into peace. Be truthful, for if You spin lies, or let them build That spiderweb will bind you, But the truth can cut you free. Be upright, for if Your brother has done you wrong And you return his evil, Your loved will suffer and fall. Be steadfast, for if You keep piling sandbags, though The waters rise to their brink, Your town will outlast the flood. Be selfless, for if You give because it is right, Then when