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I'm a lot like Cain, That is, I don’t think about The consequences of my actions. I don't know What they’ll be Until they happen. I
Oh Lord, may I ask why our rivers run red? Its crimson hue reflecting my dishriveled skin But oh my Lord, I'm thirsty Why does our water run red in these Israelian Rivers? Why plague us with the blood of our own?
The world is a maze of good and bad. There are times when we are happy and times when we are sad.
In the beginning God created the heavens and earth. Genesis 1 is a lengthy poem we collectively have chosen to read as a story. It's validity is, en masse, inconclusive.
The day is long, its prospects dreary, and in this state I’m weak and weary. I have no drive and no desire; I need something that will inspire. Of movement and of thoughts I’m leery, yet to my mind there comes a query:
I sing the rhythm of the night. The possessions I own are shared with those I love, and theirs are also mine.
Here in the garden, kaleidoscopic. Here where I took and ate, saccharine. Here she was born. Let me go Please stop it. My veins crepuscule. Eyes dark Lips dark
If I Lose Myself... Gabriel Reyes I am no ideal person But I am exemplary. If I lose Myself... I have lost everything.
LET ME TELL YOU THE CONCLUSION AT LEAST THE ONE THAT I WAS GIVEN, SINFUL MEN WILL ANSWER FOR THE SINFUL LIVES THEY'RE LIVIN. NOTHING WILL GET BY, THE HEAVENLY FATHERS EYE, THAT LOOKS DOWN FROM WAY UP HIGH!
I have been given the power to change. To change anything I want. The word itself summons up clever ideas, yet it is simply harder to choose only one thing to change.
Four Angels stood fast Heeding, waiting for the sound of the blast Their power so mighty even demons fear Their daunting presence treading near The day the month the year has been set
Jacob dreams of ladders Two roads diverge Nothing really matters But please, dont let it hurt Up ahead Down the road Gods and Angels Make their toasts Down below