Tag Archives: Angels

The History Of Words Sunday

I thought this word would have an older origin. I wonder if the word has carried the controversy it has today during it’s whole of existence? Believe in them or don’t, but there’s no doubt this word has earned a … Continue reading

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What Will You Decide

I lay here unwilling. My days have come to a close. You sit there, hoping. Living what you chose. The machines have kept me. Here along with you. Do in what you believe. And all that we knew. Eventually, the … Continue reading

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The Fallen

They came at night. With blinding sight. To whom should I tell? From the heavens, they fell. One by one. With many more to come. Are these the ones who’d been cast out? Some questioned-Others no doubt. Had the kingdom … Continue reading

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Immortal In Death

Quartered and beheaded. The grave is readied. I will rise once again. Certain to bring your end. Ran through with a sword. Beaten by the hoard. I will rise forever. To deliver your never. Hung from the noose. My blood … Continue reading

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From Now Till Then

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Would Never

The empty walls I stare. They reflect and bare. Witness to these. With everything soon to believe. A wave of anger to enjoy. Those she has destroyed. A craving of soul. Creating the whole. I no longer can see. The … Continue reading

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Undone

I am found-I resisted. The voices have insisted. All that I’ve done. All that I’ve become. Beautifully broken is the heart. Alone and helpless, we start. Together we try and become. More than what can be undone. With broken desires … Continue reading

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