09-03-2006, 06:32 PM
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why God permits evil
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Location: Serious Discussion
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Re: The Noble Exhumed -- Nightmares Pile Like Bodies
Forgotten Parachute
Every time I feel it around me, I am alone. I divinated, threw the oracle bones. Skeptics who worship theoretics call me a heretic. I wish I were amnesiac; forget the accusations and my sacrificed wool. Let he who has sinned first be victimized. Here, take your fruit back, toss a selfish prayer back and forth in sheer boredom. Annointed with boiling oil, I watched the cripple nudge a sacrificial cup. It ran over. Bombard these prison walls. Seething reasons like horns from leprous sores. Forgiveness is a verb. Take it to your hands, and weave wonders. Her voice is like dead thunder. Escape by deafened wing of bleeding ears. Have no fear, my love. The gates epiphanize freedom.
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