"No man of heart, spirit, or constancy
Can ever be cowed down by odds
Against him. We fight not for spoils
Or for captives, but for the glory
Of God, and for truth and faith.
We must be kind to all, but specially
Regard the needs of our comrades,
Linked to us by ties of duty and affection.
Our highest reward will be forgiveness
And grace from the giver of all.”
The only thing that burns in Hell is the part of you that won't let go of life, your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, he said. They're freeing your soul. So, if you're frightened of dying and... and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the earth.
feasting on my heart
on the downhill stretch of summer
sometimes its like crossing the abyss
all the empty spaces
that are keeping us apart.
and i’m feasting on my heart
on this downhill stretch of summer
There’s too much fear in your charm
the language of hope is lost in the chronicle of these nightmares.
surrounded by ghost bodies, who have somehow misplaced their skin.
doubtful drift and the ground is crammed with corpses.
if only we’ve been good.
the patience ______ would've been unnecessary
the beauty is undiminished
and my veins split with all the blood drips through the vacuumed walls.
and evaporates between discolored deadry and the geometry of my dreams.
and I seem to spend most days feasting on the dawn from the site of my grave.
PURE GENIUS! THAT NONE OF YOU PROBABLY READ BECAUSE THERE WAS NO PICTURES....