The touch of the Father, the smile of the Son, and the comfort of the Spirit.
Echoing Terrifying strange voices, am I on the right path? Every man must one day follow his own path or forever endure wearing his fathers shoes, till the rapture. No one believes that.
They say the crooked roads are roads of genius, this road is so crooked that it wearies the back of the snake.
I witnessed the woman cry for her child, the man, his family, but I... I don't think shedding a tear relieves us of scars. There really aren't scars without memories, sentiments and a monument of judgments. I'll Float in space, where nothing means nothing, where gravity lightens and shows emotions as emotions, and scars, results of consequences immortalized by these emotions. We are for something more, than scars and pain. Where is my mind, where is my mind in all of these?
I have no scars, no hates, and I'm afraid, my soul must be seared.
- I'll take the chips, keep the ketchup.
- No, use ketchup, I love eating chips with ketchup,
- Excuse me, why must I be like you?
The problem of the world. The ass doesn't ask the lion how I gets its prey, nor the peach 🍑 how the orange grows, but the world wants to teach me how to live. The same old soup we eat from, the same bowl my great grandfather ate from. Not that its ugly or dirty, it's just this square peg doesn't fit the round hole.
Say a prayer. Say "I love you." Close your eyes and open them. Dream the dream. Say you're sorry. Say you're a god. Everything must have a soul, even when I kissed her, heaven, my Fathers home, had me.
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