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Earth IS Reeling To & Fro like a Drunkard: The Beast spoke "Pure Organic Logic" to fulfill Isaiah 14:13-14 and Daniel 7:23-25 and 11:36
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We were both playing 'that' game
you know 'that' game -
"He was a believer".
Sure he was, they said -
The stars have not shone so brightly since I met her
I have not sung so beautiful -
Walkin' past a church window, caught a glimpse of myself
Looking through me, I saw me truly; visions of wealth -
Catholic schoolgirls cross themselves
Enter the church, faced with ghosts of the parishby MidnightxSun 18 lines, on Dec 16 2:22 PM 2008. In love, pain, religion, catholocism, church, prostitution -
For now at last the story’s told,
Predicted by those men of old. -
Such a devious plan we concocted one day.
Kind of mischievous in an ornery way. -
A Quiet Lonely
Presenceby Beverlynohime 5 lines, 6 comments, on Nov 27 7:07 PM 2008. In Personal, Society, Thoughts, Life, Sunday, Church, descriptive, My own style, Message -
It was just yesterday that we were laughing
dancing and singing your praise -
The front of the room / Sanctuary / She stands there and shakes / And her eyes dart around / But she isn't seeing you / She's so frail / so unprotected and so bare / And you stand back here / Strong and hidden
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Crosses rain heavily on my head. / As the world continues to sleep, / peaceful to the blinding light of "salvation." / (Please bring me, my dear, and no one will die.) / As they step away and perish, deep burning
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You think that I feel big and strong / Like Ive got something that you dont / Well its hard to just move along / Just to breath, just try not to choke / I only act like Ive got it together / Because you look to
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I Praise God. / Not in the “Time-Life Order the Best of Cheesy Jingles” album sense, but in the “Holy Crap, I just touched the edge of the universe and have to tell the world” kind of way. / I don’t go in for
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Dedicated to Julieann Marie Kenzy Cooley, January 15th, 1957-August 22nd, 1999. / / Mothers day, is hard, / for one such as I. / I go to cby vampire of thought 18 lines, 2 comments, on May 14 10:51 AM 2007. In MOthers day, sad, personal, loss, church, pain
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This isn’t Paris
Victorian lace and opium merge -
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