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old testamentKing Davidfelt his bones grow oldfrom the hand of Godweighing down on him.it hurts to find outnothing is truly minethat i have nothing
eccelesiastes 1:2"city glorious and the mansion incorruptible danced host to the unknown Psalter, waltzing as he strummed and played a lamentful tune, passing through."
Timetime is a runner never ceasingif you wish to have a wordyou must spot him and jog beside, ready to sprint at any time.Time grabbed Child's Heartand held her in an iron grip ashe continued running;running;running
My lovely tomboyShe had never seen the sunnever wanted a word from anyone how will i rest my head?gotta choosetell me what my choice isi get caught up on the day to daywhat i really need is a simple place
Cyan"you really loved him, didn't you?" Belial gazed at Murmur from the side. She watched him look down at his hands;"there's no such thing as love."Belial's heart seemed to deflate and sink like a balloon, she didn't know why."but i...." Murmur turned his eyes to the blank wall in front of him, "miss him."He spoke quickly, as if those words were food that had given him a bad taste and he wanted them out of his mouth, out of his mind.as if it hurt to say something so soft. He winced."I know I'll miss him forever."Belial nodded even though she had no idea.He still wasn't looking at her, barely conscious of her presence.
BravelessNewWorld"saver the day" said the narrator, "with card games and pallor tricks"that day, the sun wasnt too bad and there was a cool breeze that stopped by every few seconds to caress a girl who stood waiting by a broken telephone booth on the side of a back road called "xross," which traveled all the way from DDMMYYY to uPTin and had narrow alleyways that were sequestered and hidden from any light seeing eye. val waited patiently for them, watching cars that looked even sketchier then she did, drive past for about seven minutes until the two mediums she was expecting arrived. andrew, who was holding what looked like a pistol-sized water gun, looked her up and down and then snickered at the ground "she looks like a fucking hooker" koral, who was tall and beautiful and carrying a backpack, nodded indifferently.val reached into the bag that was slung from her shoulder, "i am a fucking hooker" she said simply. Then she handed them each a small plastic bag, about the size of a playing card."don't
the children rawI had a dream a plane made out of rib cages and earrings bombed our house.flying over large and loud with silent noise, like whales.Our one house seemed to be a whole townI was the only one who survivedeveryone was dead, except me. out of thesmoking chaos and shifting rubblemy father's old bible was the only thing leftthe bible he said was so old it was signed by jesusha. ha.i carried that bible away from the remains of our housebut it burned my handsdemons followed me with hungry mouths like i was carrying a sack of meatthe devil rolled a die, i was being used to settle one of his betsgod himself pointed down from the skyand laughed.a bloody jesus hung on the cross, eyes closedalready dead.then i began to drownagain
Pti want to be so lightand freethat i can dancebetween raindropsinadownpour
empires foundedshe wished she had her drums to play for them so they could understand how she felt inside