If chance is the mother of all flesh, Misery is her epitaph and disaster her rainbow in the sky. Only God through Jesus reconciles and brings meaning to life. Otherwise, we become the metaphor of Nietzsche, “straying through an infinite […]
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Before The Foundations Foretold By The Prophets And To The Saints Revealed Sons Indeed, Shall Arise Born After The Pattern Set Conceived Of The Spirit Nurtured In The Word Birthed In Wild Consternation Aftermath Of Much Agony A Tender Lilly,
I am sin, and i don’t live beyond the surface of your skins, i am she who makes you unsatisfied, very unsatisfied to the cravings of your ever-demanding will!! I am sin who tells you “bow and inner peace will
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