Christian death metal
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"Release and Clothe the Virgin Sacrifice"
Becoming the WindInhale. Exhale.Becoming the Wind
I sit, in the cool grass, wondering what it’s like to not breathe. My eyes are closed, but I still see the colors floating through my mind. I pause with every exhale hoping another inhale doesn’t follow. Exhale. Hold. Inhale. I want to exist without breathing. I want to be rid of my material body, my material possessions, and the material values of the material world. Every exhale eventually blends into an inhale. My breathing comes slower, but it still comes.
Crickets softly chirp around me.
What's Left UnsaidAs a teenager, I think it’s fair to say I’ve been through my share of the tragic tribulations of the emotionally underdeveloped. I’m sure every pubescent high school student has their own epic tales of the debacles of all the things he-said-she-said-he-said and their resulting aftermath of ruined relationships and things to be never said again. Are hallway stories told in the livid huff of suspicious yet unwitting acquaintances misinformed by a strand of passing gossip really worth the impassioned fights and arguments they cause? In those circumstances perhaps not, but, what about the things he really did say?What's Left Unsaid
For a time I los
PROCESSI remember years ago, when, to my lovely grade school teachers, everything revolved around preparing for the next grade. Kindergarten was not about Kindergarten. It was preparation for first grade, and in turn first grade was preparation for second, and so on and so forth, until eventually (in my morbid seven-year-old mind) I retired from the high paying job I prepared for in college and had nothing left to prepare for but death. This trend continued on through my schooling days… until I started high school. When I walked through the doors of higher education for the first time, lost, scared, and moPROCESS
YouLonliness will overtake me The day I stop walking beside you because I am who I am only when I am with youYou
My tears will stop flowing The day I have shed each drop for you because my life will not be worth living if it means living without you
Death will only take me When I have stopped loving you because life only began when I started living for you
Jared of DY
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"Life is like a box of chocolates ...
... it's always finished far too soon"
thank you very much for the favourite
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So you're diggin' your grave? Now you're speakin' my language! I'll help you dig it
It's a Mossy! :]
Woman, I haven't talked to you in a long time. Dx
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Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack...
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And perhaps in the end he had no tears to shed, but before a man comes to the point where this is so, he must have shed many.
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