The Resistance

I was born into a system constructed for failure
It’s a sinking ship manned by drunken sailors
An escape artist behind the bars of a jailor
An asthmatic attack when we forgot the inhaler
If the shoe doesn’t fit what good is a tailor
In the midst of a crisis please cancel the gala
Without a symphony there’s no need for a prelude
To foreshadow what’s to come.
See the secret committees, commence with their meetings
To make red tape in response to simple questions
Questions threaten the perception of the beneficial systems
A pyramid scheme with it’s cogs and it’s pistons
Mechanization of men, making more and more
Live in a miserable exhistance
How can so few, claim so many victims
And this begs the question
My rest is a weapon against the oppression
Of mans obsession to control things
Look at the long line of make believe kings
The lord of the flies want’s you to kiss his ring
Follow new rules with invisible strings
And become a puppet in the diabolical scheme
How do good men become part of the regime
They don’t believe in resistance.

Hold fast like an anchor in the storm
We will not be moved

Lesson number one, overcome
Every fear of regret and confusion
It’s all illusion, delusion
Sent to disconnect the holy fusion
Of spirit and the flesh
Every mortal breath, is meant to bring forth fire
But only when the fear of death, gets consumed
On the funeral pier
So let the flames rise higher
Let every man be considered a liar
If he doubts the goodness and faithfulness of God
Itching ears will compulsively nod in approval
When unbelief is taught in all our temples and schools
But God can restrain the madness of a fool
He can bring His truth through the mouth of a mule
You can move an mountain without any tools
It just takes the faith of a little seed
to make a way through what might seem to be
Impossibility,
And the ability will match the occasion
The outcome will defy explanation
The liberation will not be televised
When it arrives like lightning in the skies

Hold fast like an anchor in the storm
For your love, we will rise and overcome
Through the fire

Hold fast my people and sing
Through peace and through suffering
All for the joy that it brings, to be free
It’s gonna cost us everything
To follow one Lord and King
True love endures everything
To be free

Hold fast, like an anchor in the storm
We will not be moved

And it went like this..

My obsession as of late.

There has not been five minutes that have gone by during the past few months that I have not been partaking of this video and the fruit held therein. I strongly urge you to watch it repeatedly until it hits home.

Blessed.

We are all going to gather on the night of HoHoTO for a wonderful cause.
The funds that will have been raised for such a great community effort
will meet needs that we would not even begin to be able to comprehend –
tangible, wonderful ripples that will make an impact for the greater
good in our community.

We will go home feeling incredible knowing we, among many others, have
helped foster such widespread generosity. As those feelings of elation
start to settle, however, we must never forget that the needs of those
who are less fortunate than us have no end. A daily effort on our parts
must be observed to ensure that they too, get their daily bread.

When the music stops, the giving shouldn’t.

Suicide Statistics

The Toronto SUN recently released a number of stories regarding the TTC and suicide, namely the subway suicide death toll and a TTC train driver’s account of a suicide. There has been quite a bit of chatter on some social media sites regarding the statistics and why they should have, or shouldn’t have been released.

Personally, I’m all for the release of any statistics — particularly ones that relate to suicide, depression and things that are generally (or frequently) left out of the discussion for whatever reason. Often they’re considered taboo within societies and are closely guarded to prevent copycats. I’m on the opposite end of the argument myself, having been suicidal for a number of years previous: The topic does hit close to home.

My argument is that suicidal people don’t need to hear these statistics to know that suicide by bus, train or any other method is viable: We already spend our days thinking of ways of killing ourselves, how it will affect our families, friends and those around us — or worse, concerns about how it won’t have any effect on them. What suicidal people need is more open discussion, thought, and the topic being less taboo so we have outlets and people we can discuss it with, without feeling alone.

Society needs to be social in order to help one another with their problems.
Pretending they don’t exist is no solution, it only allows them to propagate.

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Sobering statistics:

    Suicide is the second leading cause of death for Canadians between the ages of 10 and 24
    According to a report by the Canadian Institute for Health Information (CIHI), more men in Ontario committed suicide in the past 10 years than died in car crashes