]Random Thoughts
Angerforge
There was a time when all life seemed hopeful. Where joy surrounded every occasion. Then life changed and you were gone. Whites became grays, colors muted shades of black. You tore the very heart and soul that made me who I was. Now the shell is empty. The hope is gone. Joy is but a memory. Forgiveness is out of reach and so the solace of a cold and empty tombs embrace are all that await one so tired of heart and soul.
May you find the pain you caused, suffer the losses you yourself caused others, and may the Almighty remember on the day that the trumpet is blown, how one so selfish as you, still yet deserve mercy.
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Nice and sad.
Very dark...o7
The idea of Halcyon days are an illusion created by the brain. Nostalgia is a veil made out of bullshit that tempts people to reify failed ideologies and lifestyles. Every time you revisit a memory, you change it against your will due to the physical processes of memory. Nothing can ever be as you remember it.
Forgiveness and meaning are your responsibility, not God's. Out of reach? Skill issue.
Scripture is a technology, simultaneously a product of its time and an iterative construct that could not stand but on the shoulders of that which is above it. below the Trinity of Christ sits El-Yahweh, below El-Yahweh sit Yahweh, below that Yahweh sits another Yahweh, with a lover named Aserah. None more real, none less real. Who is to speak of trumpets with confidence?
Begone with your apocalyptic glorification of the past. Leave me with my present.
Hello Bro, that sounds somehow very depressing.
Everything will be good, be hopeful, work in yourself. Ask yourself how you can change your situation and what’s struggles you and start changing everything
It works belief me
dude.. she's not worth it.
but, how do you tell your children that …?