You speak of God as if you know,
Standing there at my door.
It's early in the morning.
You come to tell me about God.
But you know nothing.
Admitedly, I know less.
Admitedly, I am less.
God is love.
You woke me up.
But your eyes are closed.
Look around
Keep your priests.
Keep your churches.
Keep your God.
Mine doesn't require a house.
My God exists in all things.
My God exists beyond all things.
Your God is my God,
but my book isn't your bible.














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"Daydreaming is the defiler of life because it watches into squint-eyedly painted skies" /Michael Vörösmarty (free translation by me)/
I'm General Bonesapart in the Corpse Bride Crew! [link]
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"Daydreaming is the defiler of life because it watches into squint-eyedly painted skies" /Michael Vörösmarty (free translation by me)/
I'm General Bonesapart in the Corpse Bride Crew! [link]
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"Daydreaming is the defiler of life because it watches into squint-eyedly painted skies" /Michael Vörösmarty (free translation by me)/
I'm General Bonesapart in the Corpse Bride Crew! [link]
I told her peace was, what I had, until I was woken by a missionary..." ~Shihad - Missionary Song
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while eating babies.
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while eating babies.
good poem
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'Will you catch me when my wings crumple?
Or watch and laugh as I stutter and stumble?
Will you hold me as the storm rages round us both?
Or find shelter for yourself and send me a rope'
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