the end came the way we thought it would submission being misunderstood we thought the cold lips were just heroin but now we know that was when the end would begin
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When He Comes
He comes not like a thief in the night, nor descends on flailing bladed wings. No malice has He toward the fearing soul. No anger spits from His still, cold lips. He comes as the gentle whisper of winter wind, or the quick ecstasy of the lightning bolt immediate yet lingering as if embraced by… Continue reading When He Comes