

are weare we so small our universe so large are we only seeing the crest of a wave in a vast ocean we the center of a drop of water in that ocean so tiny to not understand the vastness of creation are we arrogant in believing our drop of observation leading to a puddle of our imagination beyond is our ocean in disbelieveare we


MICHAEL DAVID Fragile little life... Into a strong handsome boy he strives Little fingers reaching out Daddy's features come about Yet still to young to need his peers To help him grow inside throughout the years Oh fragil will he always be no matterMICHAEL DAVID


edenwhy do we deny Eden we live for it everyday rebel and ashamed in our nakedness we clothe ourselves in lies we were all part of the garden living ignorant in our bliss prisoners was our claim our jailers eager to set us free knowledge our liberator wisdom showed us the truth ever fighting to escape the garden always longing for it to beeden


my sonMy son was in the garden bare and free Someone spoke cover him his nakedness offends me Then shame unearned was given to thee My son was in the garden clothed and free someone spoke work him his slothfulness offends me then shame unearned was given to thee My son is no longer in the garden the garden of Edenmy son


don't ask demons for help....There was, long ago, a young boy who lived in the Imperial City. His father was a tailor to the Emperor, but had died a year before, and with him died the means of their living. His mother was a gifted wise-woman, but now with her husband's death she was so beside herself she could no longer practice her craft. And so it happened that their savings were used up, and they could no longer afford to live in the City.don't ask demons for help....
So they packed up their few belongings and remaining money, and headed to the countryside, where some distant cousins of her husband lived, who took pity on them.
Their cous
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im just damn cr33py!!!
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And I saw my own face in the dark and loneliness
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im just damn cr33py!!!
- ivy -
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And I saw my own face in the dark and loneliness
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...im just sick...
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And I saw my own face in the dark and loneliness
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