Tag: death
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Sex 307: Home-be-coming
Is my mouth really a door To share the treasure I store? Can my inner child be a light To save those now lost in the night?
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10/6 Poem: Word Works
The point of His letter Is to love Him better This sounds very nice But hides a steep price
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Limerick: Good Evil
The further we go In following Christ We pay a steep price And oft receive blow upon blow
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Sex 304: Autistic License
Ang, the giant red-skinned embodiment of anxiety, lays a warning hand on Earnest’s shoulder, halting him in his tracks. Lecher, the avatar of debauchery, hurries to intervene. Earnest, suddenly self-conscious, glances around frantically like a cornered mouse, then makes a break for the door.
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Limerick: Disowned Will
Christ Kingdom becomes most effective When each of us owns our Perspective
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Poem: The Charge of God
The charge of God Is what attracts Joy in what The world detracts
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Limerick: Grown-Up God
But as we grow our brain In a world filled by pain That comfort is destined to fall
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Limerick: Die Lightly
Death should seem to us a light thing And yet we all feel it is frightening
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Limerick: Worm Appointed
We all have appointments with worms (Though the thought still makes us squirm)
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Limerick: Deperishable (God WAS Dead)
As I came down the mountain Man said: Do you not know God is dead?
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Sex 205. Loving Death
The bar is dark. I feel like I’ve been stuck in a cave for three days. The drinks taste awful, but they’re cheap. All they cost is my soul. Which I’m trying to get rid of anyway, since it stinks worse than these drinks. Then HE comes in…
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Poem: Among Us
When He was among us We walked where He lead Now He has brung us To walk in His stead
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Redeeming Animism, Part 5: Eagle Sighs
Qhuinn: I believe the correct canine response is: “Grr, stay away from me and my friends!” A. Ooh, you can talk. Who’s a cute puppy? Who’s a cute puppy! Q. I say, stop that. I’m not actually a dog. No, please, not the feathers. I’m really the incarnation of… Ooh!…
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Redeeming Animism, Part 4: Effacing Death
Maybe this is what Dr. Strange felt Living a million lifetimes in Infinity War Dying a thousand deaths in the Dark Dimension I see my life All my lives And they all end in death But not always Sometimes I live out my natural days And those Those are worse
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Death Benefit
We must un-know Our un-knowing We must un-Self Our Self We must un-live Our un-life
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Dream: Exterminate!
Our garden has been infested with poke-lizards at least as long as my son has been alive. A few years ago we decided to get rid of them. Now there is only one place left for them to hide. Time to set off the lizard-bomb.
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