Under The Stars
Under the stars of an all seeing eye we are all being watched by something else, I expected some kind of God, but alas it disappoints. Which temple of religion…
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Under the stars of an all seeing eye we are all being watched by something else, I expected some kind of God, but alas it disappoints. Which temple of religion…
A weight was lifted from my world, as clouds came down and touched the very ground I stood upon. Often I had wondered within life’s troubles and distortions. If I…
When the earth is bare once more who will hear, nobody, I expect no fear, no memories what are we here for, not a soul to answer your questions. The…
The propriety of an eternal flame in a time of darkness’s must prevail to give brothers in time the hope of hope, life indeed to procure good news above. Bad…
The inner mind, the staircases in the library of mind. Older now and on the seventh level. I walk a narrowing galley and wonder how much more I can learn…