Amos 6:1


My soul grieves for a game of soccer. Why am I at ease at the game of sin and injustice? There is a place within the soul where mortals see what many cannot see, and they press on in the presence of the immortal one, every day, full of grieve and compassion, that He will …

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Thèatre


Press Play. 👆 When the I in me encounter the you I seek, it is no longer I that live, but you that lives, in me I, dead You, alive I have become a Theatre, where heavens Tales is recited When the soul dies To the mundane, he domiciled between the cherubs, feeding the Heritage …

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SáNity | Requiem Of a Flower Child.


The wild fragrance of Jasmine sings no more. The amusing songs of nightingale bloom no more If you roll downhill in tears of madness and heartbreaks. Child, with just a tiny spark of understanding inside Your front pockets you’ll survive in the valleys, regardless. You'll be crowned with ancient pearly smiles, tomorrow. Every avalanche of …

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