Journey into the valley of the half-lit moon. The barriers are broken with but a whisper. Herein lies the secrets of the dark and lost souls. Disturbed manifestations tunnel through the mind.
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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