

Four yearsIn these days of waning grace, Of sleep strained eyes, and bitter faith, Broken bones, and cloudy days, Sheer by quickly, all a haze. The furies deep, that we possess, From now and then do we address. Of broken glass and shattered dreams, Do we dance till fall of knees. In these days of long lost hope, Striving, reaching, never to cope. Our goal, sanity while we spoke,Four years
In our dreams until we woke. While we drift in helpless form Loved ones, friends, and acquaintance mourn. In these days of tribulation, Watching the subtle death of a nation,


The FogYou cannot see me, but I am there. You cannot touch me, but I can feel. I am there, on the hot summer nights. I linger beneath the street lamps.The Fog
You cannot find me, but I exist. You cannot know me, but I know you. I move slowly through the forest. I lurk above the soft ground.
There is no death, there is no life. I can see your every breath. All that is birth, but all that decays. I am here with you now.
I am the fog.
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Nihil ergo nunc damnationis est his qui sunt in Christo Iesu qui non secundum carnem ambulant
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Why do people take by force what they could obtain by love?
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