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Perhaps what lacks undergoing cannot be embraced. On her own as her only, asking neither pity nor grace. Adrift, astray, missed the last train of today, but lift your chin little girl. Soon enough, bright ahead the sun wakes, again dares to show face.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

one hundred forty four thousand

cause when the trumpets blowin'

I have spent so much useless time in the past trying to please others.
I have found that I will end up either stranded at sea or shipwrecked on shore.

24 elders surround the throne

What things would we say if we had not a care of how others regarded or judged us upon? How fervidly would we love? Would we at last cease to ferment amongst moldy bits of bread crumbs, made sheepish by our vile instincts - our want of acceptance and recognition?

only 144,000 gon' get home

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