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Post by darkness0within on Mar 1, 2020 13:55:19 GMT -6
Deeds.
It’s time to mourn that life you led, As you lay there dying in that bed, To watch your life as if a stream, Flow through your mind just like a dream.
That procession moving ever by, Fading slowly as your body dies, The truth now stares you in the face, You’re destined for that darkened place.
For Satan takes your soul away, Such price for sins you’ll have to pay, So many tortures lay in store, For all the things you did before.
Too late to take back what you said, Those words now echo in your head, And deeds as black as darkest night, The devil grips you soul so tight,
Your private hell is now on view, A private place made just for you, Your punishment fits well the crime, You’ll be confined...Alone in time.
To never walk the earth again, Those agonies of bitter pain, As flames forever burn your skin, Reminding you that you have sinned.
Your screams will fall on deafened ears, As you writhe and twist throughout the years, Each second flows as if a day, Your torture will forever stay.
The moral of this tale I give, Be nice to those with whom you live, For if you plant those blackened seeds, You will suffer greatly for your deeds.
Darkness.
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Deeds.
Mar 23, 2020 10:48:02 GMT -6
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Post by moseley on Mar 23, 2020 10:48:02 GMT -6
as a friend to some, have comforted and noticed that the softness let more disappointment into the end of their actions. the question is and was and still is that maybe it is not kindness but firmness, with the sell-f first and then others as often, have noticed that people who push through barriers reach a level of understanding, close to transcendence, and even with the higher understandings, still, there are limits which are not sacred but insisted upon and such, to the point that kindness may be more akin to wither than wander and even truth a moveable feast and then to say kindness in and of itself is a virtue when, even at this age of our understanding, we only know what kindness is many times by it's manner of comfort, and comfort is a thin plastic that breaks and let's the delicates fall away, somehow, it may be more kindness to help develop a thicker plastic for what confronts...
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